Page 50 of See Me After Class

My lips touched hers, tentatively at first. It was a soft whisper of a kiss. But the restraint quickly crumbled under the tide of my burgeoning need, perhaps amplified by the hungry little moans she gave. Her lips pressed insistently against mine, demanding more. In response, my tongue traced her lower lip, seeking entrance.

She opened to me.

Our tongues collided, exploring each other with a fervor that belied any hesitation. Her fingers wound into my hair, tugging wildly until I was anchored to her. My arms encircled her waist and pulled her body flush against mine, craving more of her heat.

"Oh," she cried out into my mouth as I bit down on her tongue. Breathless gasps punctuated the air, the only sounds in the otherwise silent room.

I finally pulled back, my breath coming out in ragged gasps as I stared at Dessie. There was a thin line of sweat on her upper lip. She was panting. Under the soft light of the sunset hour, shelooked like a leopardess out for a hunt, narrowing down on her prized prey.

A whole jungle of analogies ran through my mind.

Praying for prey. Going for the kill.

I wanted to submit. She knew it. She took my collar and pulled me back to her, this time more insistently. Her lips crashed against mine, seeking the parting eagerly.

"Dessie," I murmured into her mouth, knowing there was no way I could escape this, not when I didn't want to. My hands traveled from her chin to her neck, clasping the slender thing. Did I want to choke her? Did she want me to?

"You reek of trouble," I muttered, more to myself than her.

"Is that why you want me so much?" Her palm traveled downward and rested on my thigh.

Maybe, yes.

"Enough," I said angrily, lifting her clean off the ground. I took her to my desk and sat her on the edge. Her legs curled hungrily around my hips. I leaned in to kiss her once more. I could have kissed her forever. She sucked in a gasp, arching her back as my fingers ran up along her spine. Our bodies pressed together, and in the name of all that was sweet, it was glorious.

Fire. I felt like I had been thrown into a pit of hot flames.

She sensed it. "Are you alright?" she murmured.

"More than," I replied, my words roughened by desire. I drew her hips forward slightly, pressing us both together, long and hard enough to make her gasp once more. I bent my head toward her neck.

Instinctively, she tilted back, fluttering her eyes shut. "Taste me, Doctor."

I planted kisses along her exposed throat, feeling the heartbeat beneath her skin every time my lips pressed down. She extended her hands and grabbed fistfuls of my hair, pullingme close. I bit down on the tender flesh between her neck and collarbone, sucking it in slightly.

"Fuck, that feels amazing."

She wants me,I thought, elated, wild, almost perplexed.Gods, she wants me just as much as I want her. Her hands slid down my back but didn't stop there. Her deft fingers slipped past the band of my pants and slid around the sides to the front.

I had to say something, but I couldn't, not when there was a block in my throat. She undid my belt and stroked my already hard cock through my cotton boxers.

Two could play at that game. I responded hungrily.

Her skirt had traveled up, exposing a hint of lace dipped in red. I traced goosebumps on the bare skin of her thighs until I reached the telling wetness on the surface of her underwear. I felt her clench as I stroked between her pussy's lips. She let out a small moan and leaned into me.

"Fuck me, Dr. Magnusson."

She wants this so badly.

Why, Viktor? Use your analogical brain, for crying out loud. Why does she want you so much?

The thought, persistent and unwelcome as it was, lingered, snapping me out of the moment. I broke the kiss and moved two steps back. She remained seated on the edge of the desk, her lips still parted, her breathing still uneven. All of her, from head to toe, was flushed.

"Why did you stop?" she asked.

I shook my head. "Because it was the right thing to do. You need to go."

"Dr. Magnusson, I?—"

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