Page 23 of The Professor: Ep. 2
“Not quite,” he hummed, his lips dangerous and wet against my neck again. “I want you to cry out so loud that the neighbors hear you. Shout for me, Kayla. Tell the world what we’re doing because you’re so lost to the pleasure that you’ve forgotten that they can’t know.”
I shuddered, his words driving me that much closer to rapture. I was almost there. Almost to the point where I really wouldn’t care who heard me.
I scratched my nails down his back, needing him to join me.
If I was going to indulge in the forbidden, then so was he.
No more professor and student.
Only Maddox and Kayla.
Fucking like rabid animals in his room, behind closed doors, in the dark where no one could see us.
I bit his lip—hard—forcing a growl from his chest, then I took his mouth with a kiss meant to stamp this memory of me into his mind for a lifetime. He responded in kind, his hips pistoning into mine with a savagery that would leave me bruised.
This wasn’t like before.
This was us coming unhinged.
A brutal coupling underlined in secrecy and a ferocious desire that seemed impossible to tame.
Maddox Kane was going to be the death of me, destroy me for all eternity, and I no longer possessed the will to care. All I needed were his thrusts, his pants, his searing kiss.
“Now, Kayla,” he demanded, arching into me in a way that left me no choice but to fall apart around him and scream his name. Just like he’d demanded. Over and over and over again. To the point where it hurt to breathe, my throat sore and scratchy, my body utterly destroyed against his.
Yet ripples of pleasure ensued, my insides continuing to spasm around him as he followed me into a climax that had him groaning “Kayla” on repeat.
So wrong.
So beautiful.
So twisted.
My forehead fell to his shoulder, my limbs incapable of releasing him as another blissful pulse swept through me. A third orgasm? Maybe. I couldn’t say. I was too exhausted to sense it completely, my mind blinking in and out of focus, my eyes falling closed.
I only vaguely sensed Maddox moving, his chuckle a warm rumble against my chest as he shifted me beside him on the bed. Then the mattress dipped, and he was gone.
My eyelids refused to move, my lungs weakened from lack of air.
Then a soft stroke of fingers against my thighs drew me back to awareness, the whisper of a zipper following.My boots. He’s removing my boots.
That thought did something to me, stirring a flutter deep inside, but still my eyes refused to open, too utterly wrecked to focus.
A blanket followed. A kiss against my temple. Then a warm body snuggled in behind me, tucking me into a very naked Maddox Kane.
My chest deflated.
My heart rate slowed.
And the world disappeared.
Only a vague sense of awareness followed me, the distinct sensation of a hard cock nestled against my ass. Something in my mind stirred, a whisper of a memory that threatened to tug me into a whirlwind of nightmares.
There and gone in a breath.
Followed by warmth.
A hint of male spice.
