Together
T HE PROFESSOR WAS DONE fighting.
This girl might be his soul's downfall, but he no longer fucking cared. He watched her watch him, something he had thought she would be too shy to do, and if he had to admit the truth, it was simply one of the many things he never expected from her.
He had expected her to cry out and run away at the first sight of his dick, but instead she had done the exact fucking opposite and even went on to lock the door like an eager accomplice. He had expected her to disappoint him by saying something trivial (oh, Professor, what are you doing?), but instead...ah God, instead...
That's for me. Isn't it?
"And if it is?" His voice was carefully controlled, his gaze narrowed but unreadable. "What then?"
Diana swallowed hard. The ball was back on her court again, and she should've expected it from him.
As for his question...
The answer was on the tip of her tongue, but a sudden attack of insecurities made Diana hold the words back. What if she were to say them, and he ended up laughing?
Her throat tightened in fear at the mere prospect of it, and she found herself wetting her lips—-
Oh!
Her eyes went wide at seeing it react, twitching rather violently as the professor's leonine gaze fell on her lips.
She had caused that.
Hadn't she?
The realization made her feel giddy, but more than that, the all-too-visible proof of the professor's desire was gloriously empowering, enough to embolden Diana to toss her worries to the wind. She had gone this far, after all, so she might as well speak the truth.
"If it's because of me, then I'm... glad. " Diana lifted her chin. "Because I want you, too."
The words that had tumbled out in a soft but determined rush almost had the professor's lips curving, with the way it reminded him of an angel rolling in the mud in a misguided attempt to soil her pristine-white wings.
Ingenious , the professor thought, but ineffective .
Losing one's purity wasn't that easy of course, but it could be done, and it was just too bad for the girl that she had before her one of the few men who knew exactly how to fall from grace.
And stay fallen.
He beckoned for her to come close with a crook of his finger, purring, "Show me then."
Said the Serpent to Eve, Diana couldn't help thinking, only this time the Serpent who wanted her to sin was a six-foot-plus god in tweed. It almost had her laughing nervously, almost had her turning back and running for the door.
Was she really doing this?
Someone who had never smoked a joint, never gotten drunk, someone who had never done anything explicitly bad, period.
Was she, being the kind of girl that she was, really doing this?
Yes, Diana thought. She couldn't quite explain it, but there was just something about the professor that reminded her of the knights of old. Honorable, despite his cruel persona. Someone who would keep her safe, despite the danger he represented. And most importantly of all - he wanted her.
Even if it was just her body, it was enough. After a lifetime of rejection and emotional abuse, that a man like Professor Matthijs de Graaf would lust for her was more than enough.
This...it... he was enough.
The moment she made up her mind, her body took over, her limbs seemingly under someone else's command as they moved with a brazen kind of lushness Diana would never have thought herself capable of. Breasts swelling and nipples pouting for attention, hips swaying and tender folds that had just begun to ache and grow moist...
And when she was finally standing in front of him, this one man she wanted to please and pleasure, in the way she had never yearned to do so for any other man-—
"Tell me what to do, Professor."
Desire like he had never known slithered into Matthijs at Diana's soft appeal. It was raw and uncontrollable, threatening to steal his control and overwhelm his judgment.
And it was all because of her.
This girl with eyes that enslaved and sylph-like curves that left him enraptured. This girl whose words substantiated what his subconscious had recognized the very first moment he saw her.
Diana Leventis was his temptation turned flesh, a natural-born seductress whose virginity every starving inch of him craved to breach. He wanted to be the one - the only fucking one - to violate and corrupt her, destroy every barrier of innocence until she was drowning in the carnality of his lust.
And maybe, just maybe, she could be dirty - sinful - enough for him to deserve her.
"Take off your clothes, mijn obsessie. " His voice was harsh, the professor not wanting the girl to misunderstand in any way who between them was calling the shots. "I want to watch you touch yourself."
The professor's words enveloped her in a sensual daze, leaving Diana's body trembling in anticipation at what could and would happen. Her fingers shook a little as she reached for the hem of her sweater, and the way the professor only had eyes for her made her ache and tingle all over. The voice of caution inside her mind was faint but patently desperate. It begged her to reconsider, cried for her to see the dangers, the sheer insanity of what she was doing.
I'm sorry, but it's too late.
The glitter of desire in the professor's leonine gaze leaving no space for awkwardness or timidity, Diana found herself carefully setting her shoes aside and slowly peeling her clothing off, layers of fabrics and inhibitions swept away by the strength of her need. She took her time unclipping the front clasp of her bra, and when her breasts were finally bare to his gaze—-
" Yes ." The professor's voice was a hungry growl, and she could feel herself blossoming at the realization. Feminine wiles she had not known were in her possession were put into play as she bent down and deliberately made her breasts jiggle while wriggling out of her leggings. His growl of approval was her reward, and she took even more time in discarding her panties.
"Stand straight," the professor commanded thickly. "I want to see all of you."
Diana could feel her whole body blushing as she straightened to her full height. It felt deliciously sinful, having his eyes feast on her, and before she knew what she was doing, she was already reaching up to cup her own breasts.
"Fuck." The expletive came out in a hiss as the professor watched the girl start toying with her nipples.
Diana's mouth dried when she saw that the professor's hand had started moving.
Matthijs' gaze narrowed at her reaction. "You like seeing me pleasure myself."
"Y-Yes." It was pointless to deny this, with the way her body had started to writhe at the sight of his hand stroking his member. It was just the most fascinating sight, and when she saw his movements become jerky, her fingers instinctively mirrored his rhythm, plucking her nipples with undue haste.
The unfamiliar scent of arousal tinged the air as she saw the professor squeeze his eyes shut. He began to jack off, and her whole body tightened. His pleasure mingled with hers, her breath coming out in little gasps when she heard his breath turn short and choppy.
Oh God .
She watched the professor throw his head back, and she wanted to cry out with him.
And then he was coming.
Hard. Fast. Loud.
And it was beautiful.