“I know.”
The kiss deepens, and he explores every crevice of my mouth with his tongue. I lose myself in Professor Segul. In his touch, his taste, his scent. While he lavishes me with such all-consuming hunger, the alleyway disappears, and it’s just me and him and this unending need.
I slip a hand beneath his hoodie, finding him wearing nothing underneath. My fingers slide over his smooth skin, and I can almost feel the parts marked with ink.
“Fuck,” he groans as his erection presses against my clit. “You’re infuriating.”
“Sorry.” I writhe against his hard shaft. Moisture soaks my knickers, and I’m sure it also stains his sweatpants.
As sex between us goes, this is pretty vanilla. No leather, no toys, no dungeon furniture. Just a man and a woman and their mutual desire. This is the closest I’ve ever felt to Professor Segul.
I don’t care that we’re out in public. I never want this connection to end.
He slips his hand between our bodies, his thick finger brushing over my covered clit.
“You’re so wet for me,” he rasps.
My cheeks heat, but it’s nothing compared to what’s happening between my legs. The muscles of my pussy clench and spasm in time with my pulse, eager for his cock to stretch me open, desperate to be filled.
I shouldn’t be this aroused after the events of today. Shouldn’t feel like I want to peel off my clothes and have him fuck me in a public alleyway like I’m a cheap whore.
As his fingers run gentle strokes over my clothed clit, I jerk my head to the side.
“Tell me something, Phoenix,” he says.
“What?”
“How much do you want this?”
My jaw clenches. “You know I do.”
“I want to hear you beg.”
Now, I grind my teeth. So, this was what he meant earlier about respect. This is another of his games. Since he can’t tie me to some contraption and doesn’t feel like having me on my knees, he wants me to grovel.
“Please,” I whisper.
“Please, what?” he asks.
“You know what I want.” I reply.
His teeth clamp down at the juncture of my neck, sending a bolt of arousal straight to my core. Shit. That shouldn’t have felt so good, but at this stage, anything this man does to me would feel like heaven.
Professor Segul had a choice. He could keep quiet and have the abductors deliver Veer. I probably would have ended up an unfortunate casualty, but he would guarantee the safety of his mother. The second option was to risk his mother’s life, saving me from a fate worse than abduction or even death.
He chose me.
I grab the side of his face and look him straight in the eye. “I want you to fuck me.”
His brows rise. “Elaborate.”
“Bloody hell, Professor—”
“Marius,” he says. “Just for today.”
My heart flutters. I can’t tell if that’s because this is our last time. Thinking that I might never see him after this would kill the mood. I also don’t want to ask a bunch of questions and ruin the moment.
I need this, even if he disappears from my life.