Chapter 13
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
IRIS
I felt the entire world melt away as the feel of his lips filled me with a warmth I had never felt before.
This wasn’t a gentle kiss. It was full of lust, pain, and danger – something forbidden and electric.
I kissed him back in the same way, not realising how much I had wanted this – needed this – from the very first moment I set eyes on him.
My heart pounded in my ears as his hands roamed my body, gripping me in a way that hurt, but I liked it.
A loud crash sounded before his hands came around to grip my thighs, and he lifted me, seating me on top of his now-cleared desk.
He wrapped my legs around his tall, strong body and leaned deeper into the kiss.
It was passion.
Heat.
Explosive.
I couldn’t think of anything else. All that existed in that moment was us and the hard, cold desk I was now lying on, Archer’s form leaning over me, trapping me between him and the wood.
He pulled away just enough to let out a sharp moan.
‘Fuck… Iris.’
It was the first time he’d called me by my first name, I realised, and hearing it from his lips made me shiver.
‘Archer,’ I whispered into his ear, and a second later he pulled away, and yanked me up into a sitting position. He roughly grabbed my hips with both hands and forced me to the edge of the desk.
His eyes locked with mine, and he slowly – so slowly – knelt down between my legs. ‘Do you trust me?’ he asked, never breaking eye contact.
‘I—’ I gasped as his fingers nimbly pushed my skirt up around my waist, baring me to him. ‘Archer…’ My eyes widened.
‘Shhh.’
He made quick work of unzipping my boots and pulling them off, and then, wrapping two of his fingers around my lace panties, he pulled them down. Down past my knees, my stockings, and then off entirely. He scrunched them into a ball and put them in his pocket.
‘I said… Do you trust me?’
I inhaled a shaky breath, ‘I—’ I tried again but his fingers began roaming the skin at my upper thighs, between my legs, and my breath caught in my throat. ‘Yes,’ I whispered, forcing the word out. ‘Yes, I trust you.’
‘Good girl,’ he purred. ‘Now, listen to me. I’m going to need you to stay quiet.’ I just nodded at him, not trusting myself to speak. ‘That’s right.’ His fingers gently caressed my skin, slowly traveling towards my core.
‘Archer… I’ve never—’ I cut myself off, unsure how to tell him what I needed to.
‘That’s okay,’ he said quietly, his tone telling me he understood.
His hands disappeared and I whimpered at the cold air between my thighs where his touch just was, but a moment later, his tongue licked from my entrance all the way to my aching bud. The desperate need was immediate. Sensation flooded my body, and I tilted my head back and let out a moan.
‘I told you to be quiet,’ he warned.
But another lick had every nerve ending in my body awakening. I gripped the edges of the desk so tightly it hurt but I didn’t care. I tilted my head up towards the ceiling and tried to be quiet.
There was some part of me, deep down, that knew this was dangerous.
He was my professor, and we were in his office.
Someone could walk in at any second. But the other part of me – the new, stronger part – found it exhilarating.
The danger was a turn on – and I felt my cheeks flush crimson at the realisation.
I weaved my fingers through his hair, desperate to just feel him.
I pulled on the snowy white strands and he moaned into me, into my core.
He stroked his hands up and down my legs, leaving goosebumps in their wake, and then hooked his fingers in my stockings.
Gently, and so slowly, he began pulling them down.
First one, and then the other, until I was completely bare on my bottom half.
He pulled his mouth away from me and I whimpered at the loss of him there.
He smiled. ‘God, Iris. You’re so beautiful.’ I blushed, but all was forgotten when I felt his lips kissing my ankles, then my calves, then my thighs, all the way up. I swallowed a gasp as his teeth nibbled on my inner thigh. ‘Well done, darling. Nice and quiet.’
Then, without warning, his fingers plunged into my core and I screamed. His other hand came up to clamp my mouth shut, smothering my moans.
It was addictive. He was addictive.
The sensation within me was explosive and wild, and in that moment I knew nothing could ever feel better.
His tongue joined his fingers, pumping in and out of me.
My hand flew up to cover his own at my mouth as I moaned again and again.
The pleasure built within me like a dam threatening to break.
Like an orchestra building towards the climax of a symphony.
Every thrust of his fingers and lick of his tongue against my clit carried me closer to the edge.
I screamed his name but only a muffled moan came out against his palm.
He removed his tongue and stood, still thrusting his fingers rhythmically inside me.
His eyes met mine, hand still covering my lower face.
It was a struggle to get enough oxygen through my nose alone, but it just added to the sensation.
My eyes closed as the orchestra inside me reached its crescendo, and I let my head fall back.
He removed his hand from my mouth, quickly replacing it with his lips as he kissed me, swallowing the sounds of my orgasm and the final waves of bliss.
It went on and on, and he kissed me through it all.
When the final waves calmed and my breathing slowed, I rested my head against his shoulder, my face in his neck. His hand stroked my hair.
‘You were so good,’ he said. Once I’d gathered my thoughts, I tilted my head up and looked at him. His eyes were ravenous. ‘Are you okay?’ he asked.
‘Yes.’ I smiled at him. ‘More than okay.’
‘Good.’ He hesitated. His eyebrows drew together, forming creases in his perfect brow.
‘What is it?’ I asked, worry pooling in my gut.
‘Before…’ He started. ‘When you said you’d never—‘ He took a small step back. ‘I assumed you meant you’d never been with anyone before.’ He paused before clarifying. ‘As in, you’ve never slept with someone.’ My cheeks heated. He ran a hand through his hair. ‘But … you didn’t mean that, did you?’
The question hung between us for a moment before I could answer – I let out a quiet breath, my eyes dropping for a second before I found the words. ‘No,’ I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. ‘I didn’t.’
Archer just nodded, slowly. ‘I see.’ A strange look crept across his face.
‘What?’ I said, annoyed. ‘What’s that look for? You suddenly regret it now?’
The corners of his mouth tilted upwards in a faint smile. ‘Iris…’
‘What?’ I said in a loud whisper.
‘No. I don’t regret it.’ His smile faded. ‘I just …’
‘You just what?’
‘I just would’ve been more gentle,’ he said finally. ‘If I’d known… I mean.’ He exhaled. Then, quieter, ‘I didn’t hurt you, did I?’
I stopped, all irritation fading. I gently placed my hand on his cheek. His skin was warm beneath my fingers. I tilted my head slightly, making him look at me properly this time.
‘No,’ I said, steady and certain now. ‘You didn’t hurt me. Not at all.’
I smiled, and he mirrored it.
The wind picked up outside the window, and its howling caught my attention. Suddenly, I remembered where we were.
‘I should go…’
Archer just nodded, as if reading my thoughts. I jumped up and fixed my hair. Archer picked up my clothes from the floor and helped me get dressed. The feel of his fingers as he rolled my stockings up my bare legs sent aftershock waves through my whole body, but I fought it.
‘Quickly,’ he urged, already reaching for my bag before I could. He passed it to me, our hands brushing as he did. The bell rang. ‘That's the dinner bell.’ I turned to go, but his hand closed around my wrist, stopping me just short of the door. ‘Iris—’
‘I know.’ was all I said, cutting him off as the hallway outside became loud with movement. For a second, we just looked at each other. ‘Thank you for the assignments, Professor,’ I said quietly, the formality sitting on my tongue like ash, and then I turned and left.