Page 17 of Dark Ink

We flipped over each other, over and over like rolling together down a grassy hill. Chalk covered our clothes, our hair, imprinting us as she stole my breath and I stole hers.

She was everything I’d thought she’d be. And more.

She ran in through my blood like heroin. Hot and sweet. Every little noise she made, every little moan I elicited from her as I pushed my hands under her clothes, every gasp as I pressed my hardened cock against her yielding flesh, was like another hit. More, more. Until I destroyed us both.

“You’ll be the death of me,” I whispered into her mouth, as my fingers found her soft breast underneath her bra cup.

“Fuck,” she said on a hiss.

I rolled her nipple between my fingers. Nothing had ever delighted me more than feeling it pebble to stone.

Except for maybe my name on her lips.

“Rian.”

“Yes. You’re going to say my name over and over again, just like that, as I strip you, then I feast on you, then as I fuck you.”

“You’re…what?”

I pressed her against the chalkboard with my body, holding her still as I gathered her wrists and bound them above her head. Thin strips of light streaked her flushed cheeks as she stared up at me, panting. “Wait…”

“Not. Waiting.” I pressed my lips back to hers, crushing her further into the blackboard. I was going to consume her. To own her.

She wrenched her mouth free. “Wait! We can’t…”

I buried my mouth into her neck. Fuck, she smelled better than I imagined. Like a cool autumn day, fresh and sweet. “Let me show you how much we can—”

“No, I mean, we shouldn’t.”

I pulled back to look into her eyes. Her pupils were blown wide open, her eyes wide. She was warring with something in her head. I could see it.

“Why not?” I asked softly.

“You’re my professor.”

“I quit. I’m not your professor anymore.” I lunged for her mouth, kissing her hard as I travelled my free hand down her stomach to her skirt.

She tore away from me again, chest heaving so that I could feel her diamond-tipped nipples pressing into me. “No. It’s wrong.”

“It’s always better when it’s wrong.” I slid my hand up her skirt. She gasped and made a weak attempt to free her hands from my grip above her head.

“No, Professor Merrick, we…can’t.”

“Stop playing games, Eithne, you and I both know—” I pushed aside her panties, “you want this as much as I do.” I slid my fingers down her soft wet slit.

She moaned and sagged against me, already giving up the fight.

“See, soaked as fuck.”

“I—”

Before she could protest any further, I pushed two fingers into her. She let out a noise that sounded halfway between a sharp intake of breath and a sob.

Fuckkkkkk. Her wet heat felt incredible. My tongue ached to lap at her and circle her clit until she came, my dick ached to feel her wrapped around me until she shuddered her release.

But first…I’d make her come with my fingers.

“If you really want me to stop, I will,” I said gently as I slid my fingers in to the hilt. “All you have to do is say so.”

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