Illicit Attractions
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"Zane!" I squealed when he picked me up after I got my bottle, heading upstairs. Dropping me on the bed, he leaned in, kissing me tenderly.
I let the bottle go on the bed, reaching up to plant my hands on his face. Zane was leaning forward, palms on either side of my thighs. A sigh escaped my mouth when it opened and he brushed his tongue alone mine.
Zane's hands inched closer until his thumbs were caressing my thighs, making me shiver. My hands went into his hair, loving the silky locks. Mouths brushing and tongues gliding, I couldn't help but want this everyday.
Chloe Gilbert and Zane Grayson- Student and Teacher. It shouldn't happen, but it does. It's illegal, but they don't care. Cause they're in love. One's broken, and one's scared. Pasts catch up, secrets are told.
It's not easy being in love with your teacher/gang leader.
But isn't love worth everything?
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The door clicked shut behind them. Her back met the wall before she even realized she'd taken a step back. Zane's hand was already there, flat beside her head, his body a whisper away from touching hers. *"You shouldn't be here,"* he murmured, his voice a deep rasp that slid straight to her chest. *"Neither should you,"* she shot back, though her breath betrayed her. He leaned closer, his breath warm against her ear. *"You're engaged to my best friend, Sahiti."* Her lips parted at the sound of her name on his tongue - low, deliberate, sinful. *"And yet... you're here."* Her hands were at his shirt now, fingers curling into the fabric like she needed something to hold on to. *"I can't love you,"* he said, each word like a warning and a promise. *"If I do this, I'm not just touching you - I'm betraying him."* *"Then let it be betrayal,"* she whispered. That broke him. His mouth crashed onto hers, fierce and hungry, every kiss tasting like a secret they'd have to live with forever. One hand tangled in her hair, the other gripping her waist, pulling her flush against him until there was no air left between them. Her gasp was swallowed by his lips as he trailed heat along her jaw, down the side of her neck, his teeth grazing just enough to make her knees weaken. *"You have no idea what you're doing to me,"* he groaned, his forehead pressed to hers. Her reply was a whisper against his mouth. *"I think I do."* His thumb brushed the curve of her lower lip, his eyes locked on hers like she was the only thing in the world he wanted. And in that moment, with the sound of their uneven breathing filling the room, she knew - they'd already gone too far to turn back. ---
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