Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 98496 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 492(@200wpm)___ 394(@250wpm)___ 328(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98496 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 492(@200wpm)___ 394(@250wpm)___ 328(@300wpm)
Shaking her head, she admitted the truth in an awkward mumble. “I’m not yet used to you being so...” She tried to think of the right word to describe the professor’s Lyccan abilities. “Incredible.”
The professor’s expression didn’t eased. “In a bad way?”
She shook her head again, her voice emphatic as she said, “In a good way.” Only when the darkness from the professor’s eyes faded did Kassia realize how much her answer seemed to have meant to him. She started to ask why, but the professor had gone back to undressing her then, and in the next second, she found herself as naked as he was.
Kassia gulped, all questions in her mind forgotten. Right now, all she could think about was that they were alone again, in bed, naked.
NAKED.
Wowza.
Desire struck her body like a bolt of lightning, and she jerked. Above her, the professor’s lips twitched, and she had a feeling he had read her mind completely. Her cheeks burned at the thought, and a moment later, the professor’s lips had curved in a full-fledged grin.
“Professor!” She tried pulling away but the professor, still grinning, pinned her down with his weight.
She expected him to tease her some more, but instead he framed her face with his hands, murmuring, “You’re so damn beautiful, baby.”
Oh.
She wanted to tell him he was even more beautiful than she was, with the way he could also turn into the most ferocious and exquisite beast, but she couldn’t, the professor’s lips having conquered hers in a ravenous, open-mouthed kiss.
The kiss was beautiful and mind-consuming, scorching and ravaging. It obliterated her control while feeding her desire, turning her body into one that hungered for his possession just as voraciously.
Whimpering, Kassia surrendered herself once again to the professor’s command, her arms going around her neck as she kissed him back with passion that more than matched his. At her response, the professor deepened his kiss, his tongue stroking further into her mouth. When the professor lifted his head, she writhed in protest, and a smile played on his lips as he breathed into her ear, “Let’s take our time.” Then he was kissing his way down her breasts, and she became even more restless, rubbing her body sinuously against him in acute need.
“Oh, Professor.” The words slipped out in a moan when the professor teased her nipples into life, one at a time. She moaned again when the professor cupped both breasts and started kneading them, his fingers alternatively massaging and squeezing the heavy globes of flesh in his hands. She had foolishly thought that having the professor take her virginity would somehow make sex with him less addictive, but if anything the knowledge of just how good it was only made her obsession worse.
She craved for more.
She craved for forever.
She craved for him.
The professor turned Kassia on her stomach, and she tensed when she felt his fingers pry her legs wide open from behind. He started playing with her sex, dipping his fingers into her honeyed moisture just enough to get the tips wet. And then he started lining her folds, making her moan endlessly while he worked on lubricating her entrance.
Pleasure rippled through her, making Kassia’s body feel heavy and tense at the same time. “Professor,” she moaned, her heart beating faster and harder as the professor pulled her hips up and towards him, causing her bottom to thrust up in the air.
The professor’s hand landed on one cheek, and she whimpered as a painful kind of pleasure invaded her body. The second slap landed on the other cheek, prompting her to moan as the lines between pleasure and pain blurred.
The professor slapped her several more times, the last one always harder than the other. By the time he bent close, palming her butt as if to soothe the stinging sensation away, Kassia was completely lost. All she knew was that she ached, and when the professor said hoarsely, “I’m going to take you now,” a great shudder racked her body.
Oh God.
Her mind was caught up with visions of how the professor, who was stronger, more powerful, and more virile than any other human man, could take her, and almost fearfully, she looked at him over her shoulder—-
The professor captured her gaze.
Her heart thundered against her chest.
His fingers clamped around her hips, and then he was thrusting hard inside her.
Kassia screamed.
The professor fucked her hard. No slow and languid strokes like last night. It was pure, raw fucking, and she loved every moment of it. The force of his thrusts forced her upper body down, breasts squashed against the bed while she stretched her arms to cling to the edges of the mattress.
Erotic sounds filled the room while the musky scent of their lovemaking permeated the air. There was nowhere she could look, nothing she could hear or smell that didn’t remind her of the professor’s possession, and when she heard the wolf growl, reminding her that this position was how wolves fucked, her arousal knew no bounds, and she screamed, “Professor!”