Page 24 of Every Shade of Shadow

I squirm under his touch, desperate for more. "I want you to touch me. Teach me everything."

A low chuckle. "Everything? My, such an eager student." He slides two fingers into the wet mouth of my sex.

“I’m going to take great pleasure being your first.” He breathes deeper, savoring my scent while his two fingers join and seesaw in my folds. "You're already so wet. Have you been thinking of me fucking you? Have you been thinking of the Wolf, fucking you senseless, taking this tight little hole while you squirm and beg for me to stop?"

I cry out at the intrusion, inner walls clenching around his fingers. Fuck, this is so wrong. My hands spread out on the wall, clawing for purchase as he slides the fingers up to the pearly bud of my clit, sensation roiling through me.

I’m shaking, thighs jittering.

"Answer me." His eyes gleam with sinful promise. "Have you dreamt of your professor taking your sweet little cunt?"

What the hell is happening to me? I should be screaming, running for the Headmistress, but I’m paralyzed, my mouth moving of its own accord, an automaton.

"Yes," I gasp out.

"Good girl." He crooks his fingers, rubbing that tender spot just inside my pussy. Dazzling pleasure erupts through my veins, building and building, but he knows when to draw away to prolong the agony. "You're mine now, little lamb. And I'm going to take you hard and fast, again and again, until you never forget it. But not today. No, I want you thinking about it, to let it consume every moment until you come to me on your knees, until you beg for my cock with that dirty slut mouth of yours.”

I'm breathless with need, rocking my hips to meet his sawing fingers. The coil of heat in my belly winds tighter and tighter, pleasure and shame twisting into something decadent. I sense the delicious pressure in my core, my ass bumping into the wall behind me over and over as his fingers continues to send waves of pleasure throughout my body.

I don’t do this. It’s not me at all, but the shame is giving way to something greater, more primal.

There’s no fumbling here. No, this is a practiced touch.

This is a professional seductor.

The Professor watches my reactions hawk-like, memorizing every gasp and moan. "You’re going to come for me, little lamb. You’re going to come for me right now and then you’re going to lick these fingers clean.”

His command and the intensity of his gaze pushes me over the edge. I cry out as the coil snaps, waves of bliss radiating through my core.

It’s happening. There’s no mistaking it.

This is it.

This is an orgasm.

It’s different to what I expected—an implosion rather than an explosion, a shattering of self that defies words. Sensation blasts through my system with more force than I could ever imagine, pinning me against the wall.

He works me through my first climax until I'm trembling and oversensitive. He withdraws his fingers slowly, sticky with my release.

He brings them up between us. “Open your mouth.”

My lips part and I wait, breathless.

A knock sounds at the door.

Darkwood steps away from me, composure once more in place as he calls, "Enter."

I’m still tingling, pulsing between my thighs. My feet make contact with the floor, my lips sealing to hide my labored breath.

The door opens to reveal Lily.

Lily’s eyes light on me, widening at my disheveled state. "Oh, hi. We were just looking for you.”

Humiliation floods me, hot on the heels of my first climax.

I struggle to right myself as another girl appears in the doorway. It’s Ava, her pale features sharp and assessing.

"And you are?" Professor Darkwood prompts.

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