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Alexa’s POV. 

I was obsessed.

Fuck. I was so damn obsessed over him. I never thought I’d reach that stage in my life where I’d be obsessing over a man, talk less of the man taking my English-lit class, but here I was, getting wet just from his voice alone and wishing it was just him and I in here so he’d fuck me as hard as he did the last time.

This has been going on for a few days now. A few sneaky meet ups here and there while trying to be very careful so no one would catch us. And now I was obsessed with him. With everything about him. With the way he talked, both in class and when we were alone. With the way he touched me. With he way he asserted his dominance over me. I just couldn’t get enough.

My pussy clenched hard as he raised his head from the book he was reading from and his eyes landed straight on me, meeting my gaze and holding at as he talked. My breathing became shallow and I became extra conscious of myself and remembered how he fucked me the last time, making me stare deep into his eyes as he drove me to the brink of insanity.

Gosh.

I want him buried in me each and every time of the day. But of course I couldn’t always have my way, could I? The bastard had been avoiding me for the past few days.

I mean, I couldn’t say for sure, but over the past few days, he didn’t throw any smirks my way or call me into his office for a ‘private talk’. And that was awkward, and weird as fuck.

I wanted him. No. I needed him. I needed him to take me and handle me the way he always did. Make me breathless and forget each any everything in my head. He had become my daily dose of drugs, the Xanax that I needed and now the bastard was ignoring me?

I frowned, scoffing and narrowing my eyes as I looked away from him and glared at my notebook. If he thought he could stay away from me then he thought wrong.

Damon’s POV. 

I ran a hand through my hair, trying to focus on this book I was reading instead my mind kept straying back to the spicy cinnamon scent of a particular student of mine who I just couldn’t get enough of.

I couldn’t forget the way her tight pussy gripped my cock hard and made me go crazy and legit see stars. I couldn’t forget the way she tasted even when I tried my very best to. She was that good, and I have had my fair share of women over the past few decades. None of them even come close to how good she feels.

I inhaled deeply to stop myself from thinking of her, but instead what clouded my senses was her spicy cinnamon scent. I stilled. Impossible. What the hell was she even doin here? I frowned. That couldn’t be possible. She couldn’t be here. She had absolutely nothing to do in the music section of the library unless she was now taking music as a course too. Which I knew very well she wasn’t.

I blinked, looking around and then inhaling once again to be sure I was smelling

The right thing. I was. Her spicy cinnamon scent wouldn’t stop clouding my senses which meant she was here somewhere. I got up from the chair I was seated on and started trailing my scent. I had barely stepped out of the music section when she appeared in view, looking very lost. She looked around and before I could hide, her eyes landed on me and it narrowed instantly.

“There you are,” she muttered quietly under her breath but of course I could here her even thought she didn’t know that.

I stood straight, regaining myself and staring blankly at her. She stalked right to me and stopped in front of me, glaring at me.

“You’ve been avoiding me, you bastard,” she snapped, her eyes narrowing at me once again and it was my time to frown.

“How do you mean?” I asked, raising a brow as I crossed my arms and awaited her answer. Of course I knew what she was talking about, I just wasn’t ready to explain why I was avoiding her.

It was something I could never tell her no matter how much time we spent with each other.

“You know how I mean. And don’t dare lie to me or tell me you haven’t. I’m not a baby, y’know. It’s very obvious you’ve been ignoring me and I want to know why,” she demanded, crossing her arms.

I bit my tongue to keep myself from saying something I’d regret later. How could I possibly explain to her that the reason I was avoiding her was because she was far too enticing and the more time I spent with her, I feared I’d imprint on her, risking my identity to my enemies, or worse, I’d loose control of myself and kill her.

I almost did that second day, but I was able to stop myself as fast as I could. I couldn’t trust myself to do the same again.

I sighed, shaking my head and taking a step back from her. “You should stay away from me,” I warned.

“No.” She answered flatly, shaking her head and taking a step forward to me.

“You should.”

“I will not,” she reported, shaking her head stubbornly and holding my gaze. “I’m afraid I can’t get my mind of you. I can’t stop thinking about o and how you touch me. So I’m sorry but I can’t stay away.”

“We really shouldn’t be doing this, Alexa,” I groaned, rubbing my face even though my cock jumped at her words.

“Yeah well you should have thought about that before you made me beg for your cock in your office that day.”

I moved before I could even stop myself, my hands wrapping around her throat in one motion.

“Careful how you talk,” I warned her, looking around even though I knew we were the only one here in this part of the library, and no one else would be coming here.

I inhaled and noted the change in her scent. She was aroused. She was wet. For me. And before I could stop myself, I asked, “Is this how easily you get wet for other people?”

Her eyes went wide with rage and even though she was trapped beneath me, she raised her hand to slap me. Brave. I had to give her that. But I caught her hand before it could make it’s mark.

“Or just me?” I continued.

“Let me go,” she snapped, still very angry at me.

I smiled slowly and shook my head. “No,” I answered and instead carried her swiftly. She wrapped her legs around me instantly, her eyes going wide as if she was in panic. I walked forward until her back was against the bookshelves.

I leaned forward and slammed my lips against hers, kissing her roughly. She went still for a moment and then kissed me back with the same frevor. Until she pushed me back.

“We shouldn’t be doing this. Not here, someone could find us and-“

“No one will find us,” I assured her and kissed her neck, inhaling her sweet scent. God. She was driving me crazy. If I didn’t take her now-

With her still pinned between my body and the wall, I made a quick work of unzipping my pants and pulling out my already rock hard cock, slid her panties to the side and pushed into her swiftly.

She squeezed around my cock and moaned, her eyes closing as she fisted my shirt with one hand, and dug her nails into my back with the other.

But instead of taking hwr hard and fast the way I really wanted, I decided to go slow. To drive her crazy the same way she drove me crazy.

I rocked into her slowly, and her eyes shot open. I could see the desperation in her eyes, feel the way her wetness spread all over my cock and she clenched hard.

I pulled back slowly and went in slowly again, her body shaking a bit as I carressed her spot.

“Damon,” she whispered, tears spreading in her eyes. “I need you to go faster please.”

“You take what you get,” I replied her, the side of my lips pulling into a smirk as she clenched hard against me again. She arched her back, bending her neck and leaving it bare for me. Giving me wide and open access.

I went crazy instantly, diving in and inhaling her scent. With a groan, I drove into her har shly and opened my mouth, baring my fangs and diving into her neck. And, God, that was pure bliss.