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Chapter 11: Why are you so wet Savannah?

He hovered his body over her, and she looked up, holding the pencil between her lips.

“Did I do something wrong?”

“Yes, you provoked me.”

His eyes turned a shade darker, and hers carried the fear of the following intention. She stood gently, heaving low breaths, and looked at his stiff expressions. Before she could say anything, he clutched her arms.

“Professor... I can leave.” Her hand rested against his chest. He leaned close.

“You shouldn’t have done this.” He looked away, trying his best to resist his urge. She wrinkled her brows in confusion, wanting to know what she was not supposed to do, and she sucked her lower lips in nervousness.

“Fuck,” he claimed her lips like he was feasting on her soul. She resisted, but he didn’t stop, pushing her to the limit where she melted in his warmth. His dominating mouth hovered over hers while the tongue made its way into her sweet mouth. Her hazel orbs were wide open, trying to think through, and he was close, focusing on his feed.

She
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