Chapter 6 — She Was Everything I Wanted (Dorian)

The evening light filtered through the stained glass windows of the university library. I knew it was a mistake to be here after closing hours, alone with her. But my body no longer obeyed me — it responded to a deeper, more primal call.

“Professor?” Lara’s voice echoed between the oak shelves, soft as black silk. “Are you here?”

My fists clenched at the sound of her footsteps approaching. Every beat of my heart screamed that this was wrong, but the blood in my veins whispered: *finally*.

She appeared in the literature aisle, wrapped in the elongated shadows of twilight. Her eyes found me instantly, as if she always knew where I would be.

“You came,” she said, and it wasn’t a question, but a statement. Her voice held a slight tremor, almost imperceptible, but I heard it — a mix of nervousness and anticipation that made my blood boil.

“Lara, this needs to stop,” my voice came out hoarse, unrecognizable. “This is…”

“What?” she interrupted, stepping forward until she was only a foot away from me. “Wrong? Immoral? Forbidden?”

Her perfume enveloped me — jasmine and absinthe. I should have stepped back. I should have run. Instead, my hand closed around her wrist, pulling her into the shadows between two tall shelves of academic books.

“Why are you doing this to me?” I growled close to her ear, feeling her shiver against me.

She let out a low laugh, a wet and dangerous sound.

“I’m not doing anything you don’t want.”

My other hand found her waist, pulling her against my body. Through our clothes, I could feel her heat, her body’s response to mine.

“You’re too young,” I protested, even as my fingers traced the curve of her hip.

“I’m twenty,” she whispered, her lips brushing my neck. “And you want me. I see nothing wrong between two adults.”

She was right. I was insane for her. Every dream, every forbidden thought of the past few days had led to this moment.

My mouth found hers with a violence that scared me. It wasn’t a kiss — it was possession. Lara responded with equal intensity, her nails digging into my shoulders through my shirt, but there was a hesitation in her touch, a remnant of innocence she couldn’t completely hide.

“Here,” she gasped between kisses. “Now.”

I pushed her against the shelves, causing academic books to fall around our feet. My fingers found the hem of her dress, pulling the fabric up with desperate urgency.

“Are you going to tell me to stop?” I challenged, my fingers pressing into the bare flesh of her thighs.

She only arched her back, offering herself, but her eyes were wide, a mixture of fear and desire that drove me mad.

“You won’t stop.”

It was true. I was past the point of no return. When my hands parted her legs, she trembled, and I felt the tension in her body.

*She’s a virgin.*

The realization hit me like a shock, accompanied by a dark wave of possessiveness that took over me.

*I’m going to be the first one to have her. I’ll be the only one who knows how she screams, how she bleeds, how she moans.*

“Quiet,” I ordered, covering her mouth with my hand as I pushed her panties aside and aligned myself with her entrance. “This is going to hurt.”

She moaned against my palm, her eyes full of tears, but she didn’t pull away. On the contrary, her hips pressed against mine, inviting me.

When I entered her, it was with a single thrust that made us both groan. She was so tight, so hot, that I almost lost control right there.

The sound that escaped her throat was a mix of pain and pleasure, and I felt her blood trickle over my skin. *Mine.* She’s mine now.

“You little whore…” I growled, burying myself to the hilt inside her. “All that teasing, and you were saving this for me?”

She cried out my name through clenched teeth, and the sound nearly made me come. Her eyes above my hand were wide, not with fear, but with triumph. She wanted this. Maybe she had even planned it.

The thought should have horrified me. Instead, it aroused me even more. My hands tightened on her hips, pulling her against me harder.

“You’re so fucking tight,” I grunted, my fingers digging into her flesh. “That’s because no other man has touched you, isn’t it? Only me.”

She nodded, her tears sliding over my fingers.

“Only you,” she confirmed, her voice a muffled moan.

When her body began to tremble beneath mine, I saw her completely — not a student, not a girl, but a woman who had bewitched me, possessed me, and corrupted me in a way I couldn’t explain.

And I was the first. The only one. The obsession grew inside me, fed by the purity I was ruining.

“Lara…” I groaned, burying my face in her neck as my own orgasm consumed me.

For a long moment, we stayed like that — breathless, intertwined, joined by the sin we had committed. Then reality began to return, slow and cruel.

I pulled away from her, adjusting my clothes with trembling hands. Lara watched me, calm, as if we hadn’t just destroyed everything I had built. Her eyes were glazed, her body still trembling with the remnants of pleasure and pain.

“This can never happen again,” I said, but the words sounded empty, even to me.

She just smiled, slowly straightening her dress.

“Of course not, Professor.”

When she left, leaving me alone among the fallen academic books and the twilight, I knew I was lying to both of us.

The image of her blood on my skin would be etched in my mind forever. She was mine now, in a way Sarah never would be. And this sick possession was everything I wanted.