CHAPTER 54
F rom the cart, I lifted two physics texts and placed them on the shelf where they belonged. A glance at my watch showed only five more minutes before my shift ended, and I couldn’t stand it any longer. My stomach twisted with the uncertainty of whether, or not, he’d even show.
Once the clock struck, I alerted Kelvin, as I normally did, and grabbed my bag, stopping in the restroom along the way to make sure I didn’t have any food from dinner lodged in my teeth.
I removed my underwear, feeling much more confident about that since the night I’d shown up for class without them, and stuffed them into my bag before hustling to the rotunda room.
The ceiling of the circular structure was a glass dome that loomed over the marble floor two stories below it.
An upper level of rooms rounded its perimeter, enclosed by a bannister.
Through a skinny door, I climbed a narrow staircase to the second floor, and peered into the rooms in search of Devryck.
Shelves of books lined the walls of each separate room, and though there were desks with lamps for studying, the entire floor was often completely empty.
I walked through the tall archways, finding Bramwell with his back to me, in a darkened corner of a small study area, hidden behind a wall of books.
A small nook beside a window that overlooked the courtyard.
I closed the door to the room, and with a twist of a lock, we were completely alone.
“All the years I’ve been at this school, I’ve never been up here,” he said, not yet having turned to look at me.
“I’ve only come up here a few times. This is where all the historical texts for Dracadia are kept.” I sauntered up beside him, looking out at where campus life buzzed. “It’s so beautiful.”
“You showed.” His tone carried a bitter snip of anger.
“So did you.”
“I didn’t have a choice. You’re all I’ve thought about since this afternoon.” Quick hands yanked my arm, and my spine hit the wall behind me, knocking my bag to the floor beside us. His lips crashed into mine, fevered and impatient. Tongues and teeth. Frantic.
He lifted my sweater vest over my head, revealing a white button-down beneath, and tossed it aside.
His breaths hastened, and his throaty groan vibrated against my lips.
After a moment of fumbling with my shirt buttons, he gave one hard yank, jerking my body and tearing it open.
Buttons flew off, clattering to the floor.
“I’ll buy you another,” he said against my lips.
Cool air hit my breast as he peeled back the lace bra.
Across the room hung an elaborate gold mirror that filled one of the square wooden panels of the wall.
In the reflection, I saw the two of us together–me, a disheveled mess with my breast hanging out and a look of euphoria painted in my expression, and him in his black shirt and slacks, a dark specter, whispering dirty words in my ear.
“Have you thought about that night? When I tongued and sucked on that little clit of yours?” He rolled my nipple between his fingers, and my lids grew heavy as an intoxicating need pulled at my belly.
“Yes.”
“Do you touch yourself thinking about it?” When I didn’t answer immediately, lost to his ministrations, he pinched both nipples, inciting a small shock of pain. “Tell me.”
Mouth bone dry, I nodded.
Rough palms slid up both my arms as he guided them over my head and manacled my wrists with his hands above me.
“I’ve been starving for you ever since.” Hungry lips hunted my throat, while his free hand palmed my exposed breast. He paused his kissing just long enough to suck one of my nipples into his mouth, the teasing little tug between his teeth coaxing a moan past my lips.
Still holding me captive with one hand, his other palm slid up the hem of my skirt, and he froze.
I smiled and bit my lip at his discovery. “I figured it was more convenient without them.”
“Fuck me.” The moment his finger made contact with my sensitive flesh, I arched into him, leaking a quiet whimper, careful to keep any sound that would echo through the rotunda. “If you ever show up to class like this, I’ll take you aside and spank your bare ass.”
“Is that a threat, or a promise?”
Groaning, he gave a slap to my ass, as if to prove his point. The pain smarted my cheek, and I jerked against him with a quiet grunt. He returned to his soft caresses over the needy bit of flesh that ached and throbbed for his fingertips.
Another glance at the mirror, and I took in the slackened jaw and drunken lust on my face as he teased me. How utterly intoxicated the man made me.
As though catching on to what had captured my attention, he turned toward the mirror.
“You like to watch?”
Licking my lips, I nodded.
Two fingers pushed up into me on a wet glide, and I felt him shudder around me. “Look how beautifully your body surrenders to me when my fingers are inside you.”
I let out a shaky breath, as he hiked my leg up to his hip.
Cheek pressed to mine, he forced my head to stay watching, as he bunched my skirt to my hip, my cocked leg offering a clear view of my bare flesh.
“You’re pink and perfect now, but you’ll be a red and swollen mess by the time I’m finished with you.
” His words rooted themselves in my head while I clenched around his fingers.
I dug crescent moons into his biceps, and fought to keep upright, as my knees weakened.
Bottom lip caught between my teeth, I rested my crown against the wall as he pumped in and out of me, curling his finger inside of me with each thrust. Wet sounds echoed around me, inside my head, filling my brain with lewd visuals of the two of us.
Faster, he pumped while rubbing his thumb over the electric ball of nerves that had me choking on a moan.
Eyes clamped, I focused on the pull of his fingers and the wet squelch of fluids that leaked out of me, dripping down my thighs.
“Do you hear that, Lilia? How your greedy little pussy weeps for me. Look at the mess you’ve made on my fingers.”
I turned toward the mirror, in which he held my skirt up, giving a clear view of his skin that glistened with my slick arousal. “You make me this way,” I whispered.
A deep, sneering sound of amusement sent a shiver beneath my skin.
“You don’t want to know what you do to me, Little Moth.
” He stirred his fingers, so deep inside of me, I pushed up onto my toes, releasing a whimper as his thumb pressed against my sensitive clit.
Teeth grazed my jaw. “This is what I see at night when I’m drenched in sweat, stroking my cock to thoughts of you.
” A kiss behind my ear. “You make me come so hard I can’t fucking breathe after. ”
His dirty words wrapped around my head like dancing devils, pulling at the strings. Tight. So tight that every cell in my body shook, as I ground myself into his fingers, desperate and hot and needy.
“That’s it. Come for me.”
The deep, burgeoning ache he’d summoned escaped me on a tearless sob, as my muscles relented and an overwhelming pleasure bulleted through my veins.
I tipped my head back, mouth gaping around a scream that he captured behind his palm.
On a blinding explosion, I succumbed to bursts of ecstasy winding through my muscles in fevered pulses.
My knees buckled, but he held me up as he circled his fingers, drawing out the last drops of my orgasm.
“Good girl,” he whispered, his palm still pressed to my mouth. He guided my face toward the mirror again, where my heavy-lidded eyes and weak posture made me look drunk. A kiss behind my ear, and he slowly withdrew his fingers that glistened with my release. “I’m going to fuck you delirious.”
In the mirror’s reflection, I watched him shove his fingers into his mouth, and a rough sound of satisfaction rumbled in my ear as he rested his head in the crook of my neck.
He breathed against me for a moment, his fist in my hair, body trembling like he was fighting for control.
“You taste like innocence, Lilia. A good man would walk away from you right now.”
“Are you a good man?”
Instead of answering me, he lifted me into his arms and carried me to one of the study desks, where he laid me onto my back. After planting my heels on the desktop, my legs fully open for him, he stared down at me with the same reverent gleam in his eyes as the night in his office.
I’d never done something sexual in a public place, where people scurried back and forth only one floor below. My belly tightened at the thrill spiraling through me. Although the door was locked, I fantasized someone walking in and seeing us, me spread before him like a sacrifice.
His tongue swept across his lips, and he bent forward. One long lick up my tender seam, and I arched, mouth gaping for a scream I couldn’t cut loose.
He moaned and grunted as he sucked on my clit, but I wanted more. Not so much the physical, but emotional connection. To have him inside of me and on top of me, and feeling me as much as I felt him.
“Devryck,” I whispered. “I need more. Please.”
Sighing, he shook his head. “I can’t do that, Lilia. Especially if you’ve not had much experience.”
A flare of embarrassment warmed my cheeks. “I told you, I’m not a virgin, or anything. My first just … wasn’t anything spectacular. It stung. I bled. And it probably only lasted about a minute and a half. We did it a few times, and he ghosted me after.”
“He ghosted you?”
“I caught him screwing another girl behind the theater.”
At that, he stilled, before breathing hard and rubbing a hand down his face. As if contemplating. Overthinking. Battling himself.
“Whether you’re a virgin, or not—the fact is, I’m not a gentle lover. I don’t want to hurt you.” His heated gaze trailed down my body and back, and a pained expression flashed across his face. “But just looking at you stirs my compulsions. This rapacious need to take what I want.”