Chapter 47 Xade #2
"I have a birth control implant," she adds, nodding to the inside of her arm. "My grandfather requires both Isa and me to have it."
"Are you sure?" Her skin is flushed to a perfect pink as I drop my wallet and return my arm to the bed, propping myself up above her. "I am tested and clear, but I want you to be sure."
She laughs, a quick nervous sound, and slides a hand between us, grabbing hold of my dick.
Fuck me.
"Does this feel sure?" she teases with a squeeze.
"Mm-hmm," I choke and then cough.
She laughs again, releases me, and scrapes a hand up my abdomen. There are so many words I want to say, but I say none of them as I lean over to murmur into her ear.
"One day," her breath catches beneath me, "I'm going to fuck you in your habit on the altar. You'd like that, wouldn't you, naughty girl?"
"Yes, Professor." The words slip from her lips as I settle between her legs.
She gasps when I thrust into her, slow and deliberate, savoring how she tightens around me. She bites into my shoulder, clinging to her control, but I feel her slipping already, unraveling beneath me.
I roll my hips and continue the slow, torturous pace. Her fingers scrape across my back.
"Xade," she moans as I roll my hips forward again. Her ankles cross low on my spine, urging me faster, but I don't give in. I let my cock claim her one small fraction at a time.
I kiss her throat, her jawline, her lips, and maintain my unhurried pace, sinking deeper until I'm finally fully seated inside of her.
The bed creaks and moans as I pull out, just as slow, and in my mind, I can see her, hands bound to the headboard, while I fuck her, but that's for later.
Right now, I want to drive her mad just like she drove me mad in class today.
"Please," she begs beneath me when I slowly roll my hips again, sinking into her once more. "Please, Xade."
"What do you want, naughty girl?" I ask against her throat, feeling her pulse flit wildly beneath my lips.
"Faster," she breathes on an exhale.
I chuckle and let my forearms give just a little so that her breasts tickle my pectorals.
"Xade," she whines again, her nails drawing blood this time.
I pull out slowly, savoring how she squeezes my cock.
"Patience," I chide, chuckling as I look down at her. My hair falls on either side of my face, curtaining us both as her blue eyes lock on mine.
"I need … I need …" Her eyes flutter shut.
"What do you need, Clarissima Stella?" I say, thrusting faster, just enough to drive us both nuts.
This is torture. My dick is going to entreaty for amputation just to be rid of me at this point.
She opens her mouth to say something, but the words never arrive.
"Say it," I demand, bottoming out before pulling out at that unhurried pace again.
"I need …" She swallows. "I need you to go faster."
Her gaze, loose and unfocused, lands on me again. I nearly laugh. I would if this wasn't so tortuous for me, too.
"I should fuck you for hours," I admit, slowing my pace even further, our hipbones knocking together. "Punish you for being a brat in class today."
She squirms and tries to bring me closer, kicking her heels against me.
"Do you know the things I imagined doing to you?" I ask her on a rough impale that drags a gasp from her lips.
She shakes her head as I let myself fall, making sure she can feel all of me atop her, squeezing the breath from both of us.
"I imagined taking you just like this," I admit against the shell of her ear. "Slow and deep until you begged to come."
Her legs start to shake beneath me, and I slow even further. Sweat darts across her forehead, and I tighten my abdominals, trying to stave off the inevitable.
Fuck. I need to come.
"I'll be a good girl," she promises. "Just let me come, Professor. Please, Xade, I need you."
I sink into her so slowly it hurts. My eyes nearly hit the back of my skull as I find her slick, hot heat.
Her nails mar my back, no doubt leaving marks. "Please, Professor."
I trail a line of kisses across her jawline, up her cheek, and chuckle softly into her open mouth.
"Yes, Avalynne?" I murmur.
Her words are scattered, almost unintelligible. "G … God, Professor. Please."
I pull out of her slowly, all the way to the tip, before thrusting into her again, hard, moving her up the bed.
Fuccckkk.
"Please what?" I growl.
"Please let me come." She writhes beneath me, her nails scoring my flesh. "I'll be good. I'll listen. I'll obey. Please, God, Xade. I need you."
Her words are my undoing.
"Fuck," I say, skewering her on my cock. "What are you doing to me?"
The bed shakes beneath us, clanging against the wall as my hips jackhammer against hers. The room smells like sex and her as I sink harder and faster.
She arches beneath me as the metal bedframe knocks into the wall, playing the metronome of our sin.
Faster and harder, I drive into her as our limbs tangle and teeth knock together.
It's primal.
Faster.
It's ravenous.
Faster.
It's hedonistic.
Something between us breaks—or maybe it's the bed—the moment before she clings to me and calls my name as she comes. She goes rigid beneath me, clenching around me, and I follow her, her sweet heat milking me.
Breathing heavy, I don't release her. I don't ever want to release her.
Sweat slicks our skin as my fingers explore her, slow and deliberate, through her tousled hair and across her delicate collarbone, over her breasts, and down her side.
We lay there, her heart returning to a steady rhythm beneath me until the sun starts its nightly descent. Only then do I pull her from bed, dragging her into my cramped shower and turning on the water to let its warmth pour over us.
I press her against the cold subway tiles, and she gasps as the water turns her hair brown and plasters it to the sides of her face and neck. Her skin is slick beneath my hands as I kiss her, water turning my every breath heavy as fog collects in the air.
"Xade," she whispers as I lift her, and she wraps her legs around my waist. She gasps as her back hits the cold tile again, and I thrust into her.
A wet slapping sound heralds our fucking as I take the girl I shouldn't want in a place where she shouldn't be. I can't bring myself to care, though. I want her everywhere, in every nook and cranny of my quarters, until everything reminds me of what we did.
This time, when the climax crashes over us, her nails score my flesh as her moans mingle with mine.
For a moment, nothing else exists.
Not this godforsaken place.
Not her grandfather.
Not the secrets.
As the final tremors fade, I hold her against me and let my hands memorize every freckle and scar. I've taken something from her that she'll never get back because she's mine now.
Forever.
"My Clarissima Stella," I murmur against her shower-soaked lips.
"Tell me what it means." Water runs rivulets across her beautiful flesh.
"It means you're my brightest star," I tell her before claiming her mouth.