Chapter 34
“Headmaster.” I barely refrain from calling him by his name with the door wide open.
Kaelis is dressed down—by his standards.
He wears a pair of simple black trousers cut in a straight line down his lean legs.
His shoes are plain leather—not polished or embellished.
His shirt, white and crisp, is tucked in under a silk vest in a deep purple that is nearly as dark as his hair.
The first button of the shirt is undone, and his cuff links are removed to roll his sleeves up to his forearms. Those two details are hardly anything, yet they have my heart racing like I’ve never seen a fucking forearm before.
“I came to check on my new professor. How are you finding things?” He shuts the door and drags his fingertips across the students’ desks as he stalks over.
“I have everything I could need,” I say, barely able to manage the higher, melodic lilt I’ve been working to keep in my voice as the air in the room thins.
I’m not even sure why I’m trying. He knows who I am.
But I’m shivering at the idea of what it’d mean if my facade cracks now. “Thank you, Headmaster.”
His eyes dart to mine, and there’s a flash of agitation followed by the ghost of amusement. Neither enough to stick. “You know it’s Kaelis.”
“I…I couldn’t.” I glance around even though I know everyone has left.
“No one else is here. They’re all on their way to lunch. All distracted.” He finally stops right in front of me. The smallest yet smuggest of smirks. “And I locked the door.”
“Kaelis, what’re you doing?”
“Satiating a need.” His dark eyes threaten to devour me as his hand finds my jaw, long fingers curling around the back of my neck. “Finally finishing what I started.”
“We can’t,” I breathe.
“Why?”
“Not here.” My eyes dart around again, but with less conviction. They return to him too quickly. Heart pounding.
“I couldn’t bear to wait a second longer to taste you.” He leans forward slightly, lids growing heavy.
“You’re stronger than your base needs, Kaelis.” I can’t decide if I want to focus on his lips, or his eyes. Both threaten to devour me.
“Not when it comes to you. For you I am weak.” The radiant warmth of his body banishes the perpetual chill of the academy. “For you, I want to make every mistake and indulge every desire.”
My knees are turning to jelly and my conviction stands just as strong.
He leans in, cheek nearly brushing against mine. I choke on everything I want to say but can’t muster. One hand still on my face, the other traces the outline of my curves. “Let me have you, Sophie Veillgar.”
Why is it so exciting to have him call me by my new name? I lean back. His right palm meets the smooth wood beside me, then his left. Kaelis keeps pushing forward, fingers spreading on either side of me. I’m caged in. Heart pounding.
The way he looks at me makes the world fade away, taking doubt and all my better sense with it. He looks at me like I am simultaneously his salvation and his damnation. As if I am a savior and a danger.
I draw in a ragged breath as a tremor ripples through me, and he does the same in tandem.
Before I can blink, his mouth is on mine. The kiss is rough. Possessive. One hand wraps around the small of my back and tugs me even closer, his hips grinding into mine. My hands land on his chest, but my fingers can’t decide if they want to grip his vest and pull him closer or push him away.
His lips move down to my neck, nibbling and sucking. A moan escapes my lips before I can stop it. This is every delicious dream I’ve ever been sweetly tortured with—dreams that have featured him more and more as time passes. Everything is simultaneously similar and new.
“We shouldn’t,” I manage to say between kisses as he moves back to my mouth.
“Why?” He’s as breathless as I am. Voice husky. Fingers dug into me like claws.
“This is my classroom.”
He outright laughs at my half-hearted, pathetic attempt at an excuse. “And don’t you think that makes it a little bit more thrilling?”
Fuck. Why does him saying that turn every corner inside of me molten? Why do I grab him tighter, knuckles white, chest tight, and breaths thin?
Kaelis’s voice is gravel and need. It draws out a whimper from me as his lips nearly move against mine when he speaks. “If you want me to stop, Clara, tell me and I will.”
I could never. Not when I can feel his glorious cock straining through his pants, pressing against me, pushing away every doubt and coherent thought.
“Well?” His thumb drags across my lips. I don’t know when both his hands returned to my body, but I never want them to leave again. “If you don’t want this, then stop me now before I fuck you on this desk.”
He waits, our eyes locked, his stare probing.
I wish I was a more complex creature. But I’m not.
“Fuck me on this desk.” I wrap my arms around his neck, relying on him entirely for support as I lean back.
“With pleasure.” He lifts me onto the desk, and I wrap my legs around his waist, arms around his shoulders, clutching him tightly. With our mouths locked and tongues dancing, he makes good on his promise to explore every new curve of me. I shudder and sigh, muscles relaxing as if to melt into him.
Kaelis lifts my shirt over my head along with my smallclothes, and I can barely contain my anticipation as his hands hit my bare skin.
His left arm is still wrapped around my back, bracing me.
His right hand traces the swell of my breast, the dip of my waist, and the curve of my hip.
As he pushes me to recline slightly, I’m reminded of when he fucked me on his dining table.
The way he kissed and licked between my legs until I was screaming.
His mouth finds my breast, and I let out a low moan that I barely silence.
He pushes my skirt up my thighs, and I gasp as his hand goes straight for my clit, my back arching, breasts yearning for his mouth.
Kaelis’s eyes never leave mine as he rubs over the thin fabric of my undergarments.
He wraps his other hand around the back of my neck in a motion that commands me to hold our stare.
To see him, and him alone. He wants me to beg.
I know it without words, and the fact that I don’t has him moving even faster, in all the right ways, leaving me breathless, as if to prove a point.
Right before I hit my climax, he shifts his hand, hooks my underwear, and pulls the fabric down my thigh. My underwear hangs off one ankle as he spreads my knees and positions himself between them.
“Ka—”
I can’t finish. Our eyes lock; his hand shifts in my periphery, but all I see is his face. Without warning, he thrusts into me, my slick opening ready but the sudden pressure and pain and pleasure tangling all at once as a knot in my throat that leaves me gasping.
His hands are on either side of me again, bracing on the desk. Kaelis is hunched over me, his mouth by my ear as he growls, “Fuck.”
Agreed.
“This…” he continues with a rasp. “This is how I’ll always know you.
Change your face, Clara. Change your body.
Change the fucking world itself, I don’t care.
But I will find you. I will find you in every iteration.
I will know you. Because inside? Under your skin, on your very soul, you’re always mine, and you always will be. ”
The desk is sturdy, but it creaks under the weight of our bodies as he thrusts into me.
Every steady stroke sends waves of pleasure across me.
My ankles are locked against the small of his back as I lose myself in him.
It feels so mind-numbingly good to have him inside of me for the first time in what feels like forever.
To have his hands on me. We work so perfectly together—better than should be possible.
He finds the perfect rhythm that has tension coiling in me without even laying a finger on my clit. So when he does, it nearly sends me over the edge. The sound of skin on skin fills the room.
I reach up, pulling him to me, his lips to mine. My fingers rake through his hair as my tongue finds its way into his mouth again, in no hurry to leave. My hands trace down the wiry muscles in his neck. The arc of his shoulders.
Without warning, he pulls out, neither of us reaching our climax. My heels fall hard against the desk, legs quivering. I work to prop myself up as he’s somehow composed enough to be pulling on his trousers.
“What…” Before I can find my question, he speaks.
“Don’t actually stay in the professors’ wing like you did last night.
Come to my chambers. Come back home to me, and I will give you the rest and more.
” Kaelis finishes the laces on his trousers with purpose.
“As fun as desks are, I want a bed to fuck you on and a room where we’re not smothering our moans. ”
“Excuse me?” I’m scrambling to gather my clothing as he’s halfway across the room. “Kaelis, you cannot be serious—”
Without another word and with a coy smile, he slips out the door.