Page 81 of The Professor
“And killing?”
He snapped in a breath, his shoulders tensing. “What do you think?”
I tipped my head, studied him. “I think you’re taking me into a world that’s scary and sexy and I’m not sure I can resist it.” I pushed my hair from my face. “But I didn’t enjoy killing that man. I saw it as a necessity, justice, but it wasn’t anything to do with my pleasure.”
“I understand.” He cupped my face. “I totally understand because that’s exactly how I feel. And I’m glad you’re so strong and eloquent.” He kissed me, forcing me onto my back.
I closed my eyes, longing to forget everything and go back to the orgasmic, submissive, pleasure-soaked state he’d taken me to before.
“Want me to make you forget everything…for a while?” he asked.
“Yes.” I nodded and tugged his towel loose, threw it aside. “Yes, I need that. I need you.”
“And I need you, more than you’ll ever know.”
I lifted up my skirt and spread my legs. “This is the start of something, isn’t it?” I stared into his eyes as his cock prodded my pussy.
“No.” His lips brushed mine, and he entered me deeply. “This is the start of everything.”
