Beyond the Lines

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I could barely find words, my mouth suddenly dry. "Professor, I-"

He pressed a finger against my lips, silencing me. "Enough with the titles. Tonight, just... let me have you close." His hand dropped to my waist again, pulling me against him, his breath warm against my skin.

His fingers dug into my waist as he tilted my chin up, forcing me to look into his eyes.

His gaze was dark, intense, filled with a hunger that made my heart race and my mind blank.

He brushed his thumb along my bottom lip, lingering there, his touch featherlight yet electrifying.

"Do you have any idea," he murmured, voice low and tantalizing, "what you do to me?" His lips were so close I could feel his breath ghosting over my skin, warm and inviting, drawing me in like a magnet.

He leaned in, his nose brushing against mine, tantalizingly close but not quite touching, his mouth hovering near mine as though he was savouring every second before making contact.

The anticipation was dizzying, each beat of my heart seeming to echo in the silence.

I parted my lips slightly, breath shaky, and he smiled, a slow, knowing grin that only deepened the warmth pooling in my stomach.

"Tell me to stop," he whispered, his words barely a breath against my cheek, yet they set me on fire.

I couldn't help it-the name slipped from my lips before I could stop myself. "Lane," I murmured softly, the sound barely above a whisper, but it was enough.

He went still, the teasing smile vanishing as his jaw clenched. His eyes darkened, but instead of pulling away, he leaned in even closer, his lips brushing against the sensitive spot just beneath my ear.

"He doesn't need to know," he murmured, his voice low and heated.

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Sarcastic yet sensitive 𝚁𝚎𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚌𝚊 is caught in a complex web of love, guilt, and desire.
𝙻𝚊𝚗𝚎: is the anchor in Rebecca's life, providing support and love.
𝙿𝚛𝚘𝚏𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚘𝚛 𝚆𝚑𝚒𝚝𝚕𝚘𝚌𝚔; Magnetic, co