Chapter 3

Aliyah's POV

Every single spot on my body was buzzing with an electricity I couldn't control. Have I found my mate? Was the moon goddess doing me a favor by making my biggest idol my fated mate? 

Oh my goodness, I could die from this excitement. 

A smile broke out on my face when his fingers found their way lower than my waist and hips, finding a spot just on the ridge of my ass that sent shocks of pleasure through me. 

Was he seducing me? Oh goddess!

I had thought he hated me because he was always very strict with me, but... but he was touching me now, and he was making advances at me.

"What do you say?" He leaned even further into me, letting his lips caress my ear in a way that sent heat waves rushing through me like a volcano.

I shivered from the contact. He wanted me. It was obvious. Maybe he was always acting all professional where I was concerned because we were in school? Or was it the dress Kelly had forced me into tonight that was making him see me in a different light?

Cold suddenly slapped me as he stepped back with a shake of his head. "I'm sorry, I must have read the situation wrong."

He took his jack off, the leather making a swooshing sound from the motion just before he leaned over and placed it around my shoulders. "You'd catch a cold if you step out like that. And..." His eyes dipped to the front of my dress where his drink had spilled. "Your dress is more see-through than you'd appreciate."

My brain struggled to catch up with what was happening, but then he was turning away from me and walking his way out of the small hallway I was still standing in.

Something tugged at me, and I hurried after him. "Wait. Hey. Mr..."

He came to a stop and turned to face me with a lifted eyebrow. "Is something wrong?"

I shook my head, incensed now that he was just going to leave after turning me on this badly. "You can't just leave like that. You..." I couldn't get the words out.

He frowned, misunderstanding sitting between his brows. "What do you mean?"

I opened and closed my mouth several times, unable to get any words out. Unable to take the growing silence, I pushed into him and locked my lips on his.

The electricity that sparked in that instant was magnificent. Was this what they always described in those literature texts?

Hands on my shoulders pushed me back, and I deflated. 

"Do you really want this? Are you sure?"

I nodded, and when that didn't seem to convince him, I grabbed his arm and put it against my chest, letting him feel the pounding that my heart was currently doing.

"I want you. Please."

Just like that, the space between us disappeared, his beautiful lips pressed against mine, and it was the most 'not gentle' kiss in existence.

His teeth came down on my bottom lip, nipping hard enough for me to gasp, and taking advantage of the opening, his tongue swung into my mouth, deepening the kiss so much that I didn't know where I stopped and he began.

"Somewhere more private," he murmured against my lips, then scooped me off the floor.

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My body trembled with desire, each stroke of his lips over my skin leaving me writhing in anticipation for a pleasure I knew was coming.

There was something about the way he touched me, far different from anything I could've imagined. Even the dream I had in his class today couldn't compare to the wonderful things I was feeling now.

"Oh gods," I moaned as his fingers found their way to my chest, tweaking my nipples in a way that sent all the blood in my body flowing south.

My hands found their way into the hair he held back so neatly - again, what's with that? How was his hair growing so long so quickly?

"I'm doing something wrong if you still have the time to think." His voice resonated deep in my skull, deeper than I remembered it.

If there was something wrong with what he was doing now, I wasn't sure I would survive him doing it right.

My body seemed to disagree, because in the next moment, his lips took over from where his hands stopped, suckling on my aching mound like they held a secret he needed to unravel.

I was nothing but a bundle of nerves, drawn so tight that even the tiniest flick would send me over the edge.

His teeth grazed my nipples, leaving stinging kisses the lower he strayed from them, and small bites I was sure we're going to leave marks behind. 

How totally owned I felt in this moment. My whole body was singing in delight.

When his kisses moved even lower, meeting my aching center, my back arched off the bed, a sharp cry of pleasure tearing free from my throat.

His tongue laved a scorching path between my folds, alternation between languorous licks, deep thrusts, and suckles that made me feel like my soul was leaving my body.

I held on for dear life, spread open like a feast for him to devour. He took his sweet time eating me out, making me writhe in pleasure, my legs trembling from the force of my desire.

My climax raced forward, and every time it approached, he would pause, move his head away while he blew soft breaths on my wet folds. 

"Please," I cried out. I couldn't take any more of the torture. "Please."

"Please what?" He hummed, dropping another chaste kiss on my parted folds.

I bucked, chasing a release he wasn't yet willing to let me have. My breaths came out in short pants, each one heavier than the last.

"Please, let me come. I can't take any more of this."

He smiled against my skin. "There's a good girl."

When he dipped his head between my trembling thighs this time, it was without restraint. Each tug of my nerves between his lips, each stroke of his tongue, every single dip of his tongue in my opening was meant to push me one step closer to a release.

I screamed as my orgasm crashed over me like a wave, hitting me with layer after layer of unending pleasure. I shook with the force of it, soft praises floating from my mouth as I clung to his hair for dear life.

My mind was still echoing with the after effect of what just happened, and it wasn't until he leaned over me with intention shining in his eyes that I realised what was about to happen.

I burned with a mixture of fear and anticipation, and he didn't miss the emotions in my eyes.

"Do you want me to stop?" He asked, voice soft and somehow still different from how I remember it.

My head shook from side to side. "No," I croaked out. If there was anyone I wanted to give my first time to, then it was obviously him.

"Are you sure?" He asked, eyes boring into mine.

I smiled, reaching a finger between us to take his hard length into my palm. He winced as I made contact, his eyes becoming hazy.

"Very," I whispered.

He moved, stealing my lips in a desperate kiss. I moaned into the kiss, moving my hands slowly over his throbbing member. I wanted him, I wanted this.

My thumb glided over the dripping tip of his cock and he cussed. "Fuck."

He grabbed my hand, moving it away from himself before he rolled his hips and pushed into me slowly.