Lust, a word that felt both shameful and thrilling on her tongue, was the driving force behind every stolen glance, every accidental brush of skin. The "slow burn" of their forced proximity ignited a fire, each stolen moment - a whispered command, a possessive touch - adding fuel to the inferno.
"You will learn, my Queen, how to beg," he'd murmur, his voice a silken threat that sent shivers down her spine, "and I shall delight in your submission."
The heavy weight of his gaze, the explicit promise in his words, hinted at a world of erotic exploration that promised to unravel them both, one slow, agonizing step at a time. This story, laced with tension and the forbidden, was destined to ignite the darkest corners of their desires.
A tale as old as time, but nothing like the one you know. ...You've heard of monsters in the shadows, haven't you? The ones that watch you from beneath your bed, waiting for you to dangle a limb over the edge. The ones that linger in your closet, just out of sight. You've feared them. Hated them. Tried to convince yourself they weren't real. But what about the one that doesn't hide? The one that doesn't need to. The one who sleeps in your bed with his name in your mouth? You've feared the darkness at your window. But what about the darkness inside your room? The one that breathes against your skin, tracing your pulse with its teeth. The one that pulls you into its chest, not to protect you, but to keep you there. To bury you inside it. To consume you. Softly. Completely. Like a prayer no one's meant to hear. You have feared things that scrape at your door. But what about the one who locks it? From the inside. With you still in it.
So don't look under the bed, sweetheart.
Don't check the closet.
Don't bother with the window.
Because he's already inside.
And he's not leaving.
Ever.
A student✗teacher romance.
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