5. Reign
CHAPTER 5
Reign
T he sight of her was like a jolt of electricity, unmistakable and unforgettable. The searing burn on my stomach, a lingering reminder of our earlier encounter, flared to life once more. A visceral testament to the indelible mark.
Her little body turned towards me; her chest heaved as she sucked in breaths. Her small hands gripped the strap of her bag thrown lazily over her shoulder as I watched her idly walk toward me.
Her dress hugged her perfectly; it was a modest length, and her tights covered the skin on her legs that I'd bet anything was smoother than silk. Her ample breasts bounced with each step she took as she made her way down towards me. Keeping my eyes glued to her angelic face proved difficult. Her body’s curves beckoned my gaze, inviting my touch.
Everything about her would fit perfectly under me.
She arrived finally, her eyes darting between me and the door. Her shorter stature was almost fragile beside me, and fuck did I want to spread her short legs around my face and feast. My cock twitched at the thought of her pussy suffocating me, dripping on my tongue.
“You wanted to see me?” The sound of her voice alone nearly had me coming.
The soft whisper of it felt like a feather caressing me as it made its way to my ears. The slight shake in it turned me on. Apprehension rolled off of her in waves so powerful, I could practically taste it. I wanted her on my tongue. I wanted to engrave myself on her like the world's sickest brand.
In due time.
I looked down into her lustrous green eyes. The image of those beautiful orbs squeezing shut as I moved on top of her flashed through my mind.
“You were late,” I said, ungluing my gaze from her. The action was painful. I slid my glasses back in their case and pulled out the attendance sheet. “You missed this.” I placed a pen on the podium and motioned for her to sign it. “It’s to get full participation for the first class.”
I couldn’t fucking wait to know her name.
She sucked her lower lip between her teeth. Uncontrollably, my eyes fell to the luscious flesh, visualizing them swollen and wrapped around my cock. She continued to chew, her hands equipped with a slight tremor as she reached out and grasped the pen in her nimble fingers.
Her brow scrunched, little lines marring her beautiful tan skin as her eyes rolled over the list, looking for her name. My pulse kicked up as I watched the throb in her neck; her heart beat steadily. Her finger traced the page, and her pupils dilated.
The world seemed to move in slow motion as she placed the pen on the paper. I planned to memorize every stroke of that pen, not a scrap of her would be taken away from me. I would learn any and all things related to her, missing nothing. Taking everything .
I watched her sign her name. Anna Walker.
The signature matched her completely. The bubbly cursive coming alive on the page. The click of the pen snapped me out of my trance, her wide eyes holding me in their control.
Her skin was dampening with a sheen of sweat, her chest hitched as her breath caught when our eyes met.
“Next time,” my voice a husky whisper. My hands itching to reach out and touch her. “Be on time.”
She let out a minty breath. I inhaled it, committing the way she breathed to memory.
She turned to walk up the stairs, the skirt of her dress slightly shorter in the back, fighting to cover her luscious ass. With each step up, the decadent flesh bounced. My eyes fell to it, my body ready to pounce, ready to bury my face in the honey I’d make her sweet cunt produce.
“Oh, and Anna,” I called after her. Her spine stiffened. Her curly hair bouncing in the aftermath, she turned those eyes on me once again. “Maybe try not to spill coffee on any more strangers.”
Anna’s head bobbled frantically. I’d never seen a woman who wasn’t being chased run that fast out of class before. The traces of her sweet scent began to recede.
I would have fun chasing her, and even more when I caught her.