Page 67 of Wings of Ashes
“You were the one who told me you worried about feeling protected.”
“I thought you hated me, professor.” Nix threw her arms up in the air in defeat. “I don’t understand these mood swings of yours. You say you want to protect me now and that you are thirsty to know what image made me come?”
“Yes,” he replied, his pupils dilating into huge black spheres as if he was being overcome by something dark and wild.
“You really want to know? Because some knowledge is dangerous.”
“I can handle it.”
“Yeah?” she challenged. “Okay.” Frustrated and immensely tired, Nix admitted, “Bael had me thinking I was naked.”
Thierry’s nostrils flared. “Naked in my classroom?” His silver eyes narrowed and singed her skin with a delicious tingly sensation.
“On your desk.” Nix nodded to the scene of the crime.
Splayed out on your desk. Moaning.
Thierry smoothed both of his palms over the width of his desk, and Nix swore she felt the warm stroke of his hands on her body from the sight alone. “My desk?” he asked through clenched teeth. “Naked on my desk?”
“Yes.”
His throat bobbed as he yanked more on his loosened tie, as if requiring more air. “Pinned to it?”
“Bent over it.” Nix painted the picture.
“What else?” he demanded.
The classroom temperature rivaled a greenhouse from the amount of heat emanating from him. He must have been warm in his tweed suit jacket.
“You want to knowmore?”
“I assume he was fucking you on my desk, is that right?” Thierry hissed. “Were you leaving a little puddle of your wetness on my desk, Miss Oadess? Did the wood feel good against your hot, smooth skin as you came?”
She swallowed as a new flash of heat snaked through her lower abdomen and twisted and turned and tightened.
“And where was I, as he fucked you on my desk?” he asked in such a dark, ominous tone that Nix wondered what answer would satisfy him.
“Where were you?” she repeated.
“Where was I, that I would have allowed him to take you on my desk?”
Nix bit her inner cheek. Deep down, she knew he would not let her leave without an honest answer. Exhausted and turned on, she made a decision.
She said simply, in a sweet voice, “You were fucking my mouth.”
Thierry’s jaw practically unhinged as his mouth fell open. He exhaled choppily as he grasped for sanity. “I…”
“You said my moaning was a distraction to the rest of the class, so you thrust your dick in my mouth.”
Groaning, Thierry aggressively rubbed his hands over his eyes and mouth. “I…fuck, I shouldn’t know that.” He asked softly, “You…fantasized about me?”
She defiantly placed her hands on her hips and asked, with plenty of attitude, “Can I go now, professor?”
His hooded, hungry eyes darkened on her, staring right through her. Finally, he gave a tense, jerking nod.
As she turned to leave, she heard him curse.
“Miss Oadess, please consider disposing of your now very fragrant undergarments before going to the cafeteria full of sexually frustrated males.”
