Page 56 of Savage Desire

I exhale, letting that soak in, and slowly shake away the tremble that claims me.

When his lips brush against the corner of my mouth again, I kiss him back.

I don’t know what I’m doing, being as reckless as ever, but he’s grounding me, and I need it more than my next breath.

The second my lips ghost over his, he freezes, but his hold on my cheeks tightens. He looks straight into my eyes, peering at my soul as he does so well, and I gulp. Before I can think better of it, I rise up on my tiptoes, pressing my lips to his again, and he groans.

“Fuck, Polaris,” he says hoarsely, and my thighs clench together as I lean closer, pressing my chest against his.

“Please,” I beg, unsure what it is I’m actually chasing, but he shakes his head.

“I’m not doing this with you in Professor Whitmore’s office,” he states, and I reach out, curling my fingers around his arms as I hold on to him as tightly as possible.

“I need something.”

“Polaris,” he warns, his eyes dropping to my lips, and I whimper.

“Please.”

I can’t imagine what I look like right now. A mess, for sure, like I’m on the brink of shattering into a million pieces because of the sadness that settles in my heart. But he brought me back, one kiss at a time.

“Please,” I repeat. The tears that gather in my eyes this time aren’t ones of sadness, but need.

“You’re going to be the death of me,” he breathes, dropping his hands to my hips as he spins us, backing me up against the desk, but the second my butt hits the desk, I stop. With my hand pressed against his chest, I knock him back a foot and he frowns. Confusion casts over his face, but as I sink to my knees, understanding quickly dawns on him.

“Not that, Polaris. I’m not taking a single thing from you right now. It’s?—”

“Please, Tatum. I’ve never, I…”

I’m not making sense, but the way his eyes dilate tells me he understands the words I’m not saying. “Fuck.”

Taking a deep breath, I reach for the waistband of his jeans, hooking my finger over the button. “Be my first, Tatum.”

He cups my cheek, his thumb trailing back and forth once again, but this time, there are no tears beneath his touch. His jaw falls slack as he nods, just once, but it’s enough.

The button shifts under my touch and the denim parts as the zipper tugs down, revealing the throbbing length of his cock with nothing between us.

Holy shit.

He remains still, allowing me to dig deeper, and I shuffle his jeans down to his mid-thigh before I allow myself the chance to really take him in.

Up close, it looks even bigger. Red and engorged, I shiver as I watch a bead of precum trail from the tip of his cock, spilling over the protruding vein that runs the length of him.

I gulp, my mouth watering with need, but I have no idea what I’m doing. As if sensing my uncertainty, he curls his fingers in my hair, tilting my head back slightly as our eyes meet. With his free hand, he pumps at his cock, and I groan before parting my lips, desperate to feel the weight of him on my tongue.

He doesn’t disappoint, slowly running the head of his cock over my tongue, making me gasp, but I want more. Gently, I wrap my lips around him, and he groans this time, his head tilting back as he sighs.

“Fuck, Polaris.”

I reach for his length and he hisses at the contact as I wrap my fingers around him before slipping him farther past my lipsuntil they reach my hand. My lips are stretched, my mouth full, and I want more.

Slipping back, he falls from my lips, pulsing in my palm as he looks down at me through hooded eyes. He looks as fueled by desire as I feel. A loose lock of hair has fallen free from his permanent man bun, hanging loosely at the side of his face, somehow making him even sexier.

Damn.

Leaning forward, I take him into my mouth again, trying for more this time, but it takes a few passes before he’s nearing the back of my throat. He lets me go at my own pace, but I feel his restraint in the way he grasps my hair.

I rear back, eyes settled on him as I plead once again. “Use my mouth, Tatum. Please.”

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