PROFESSORS' GIRLS

Leona perched on the edge of his desk, the cool wood a stark contrast to the heat radiating from his body pressed close between her thighs. Dr. Elias Vaughn's hands tangled possessively in her thick curls, fingers weaving slowly, deliberately, sending shivers down her spine. His breath was warm against her temple as his lips ghosted along her skin, each touch igniting sparks that raced through every inch of her.

Her chest rose and fell, breath shallow and uneven as his hands trailed from her hair down the curve of her neck, slipping beneath the collar of her blouse, fingers brushing the bare skin there with a gentle yet insistent hunger. The ache pooling low in her belly deepened, twisting tighter with every subtle movement of his touch.

His eyes - dark, intense, and burning with a quiet fire - locked onto hers, communicating a promise neither dared to voice aloud. Time slowed, the rest of the world falling away until it was only the slick warmth of their connection, the delicious friction of skin against skin, and the heady pulse of desire.

His lips finally pressed to hers - soft at first, tentative - then deepening into something fierce, demanding. She melted against him, hands moving to grip the fabric of his shirt, pulling him closer, desperate for more, needing more. Every brush of his fingertips was electric, every whispered growl a promise of the wild surrender just beyond the edge of control.

"You're mine tonight," he murmured, voice rough and low, vibrating against her skin.

Her body arched instinctively toward him, craving the intensity of his touch, the weight of his presence. There was no room for hesitation here, no space for doubt. Only the raw, consuming heat that blazed between them - a fire neither wanted to extinguish.

In that charged moment, everything changed.