Todos os capítulos de Her Feral Professor [ Your Professor Shouldn't Taste You]: Capítulo 141 - Capítulo 150

"Uhm, okay, so, don't freak out." Maggie appears by my side, looking freaked out. The pop music playing overhead tows the line between too loud and just okay. The party is in full swing, and the hall is filled to the brim. I feel suffocated in the crowd, so I am perched at the makeshift bar set up on the podium, laughing at the unfunny jokes of Kyle, the bartender, who is the cool kind of nerd you kind of forget is a nerd till he starts talking. Alcohol is flowing. The music is good. A lot of people brought plus ones. There are some seniors in the mix. I don't know how Maggie pulled it off, but there are strobe lights that streak the entire hall with party lights, setting the mood between a cozy get together and a night club. Most of the people in attendance are people I know. People in my social circle. I turn to Maggie, her face is shiny with sweat, she had been dancing. She tried to get me to join her but I refused because attending the party was enough compromise. "What?" I ask

Alex POV:::I don't know why I said it. Or why it occured to me. Or what exactly is going on in my head. It is hard to think straight when I am around Zane. I get impulsive. I get these wild fantasies that has me doing and wanting things that I know I shouldn't. It is how I got here in the first place. With a broken heart and an impossible situation. So here I am. On the dance floor. Not minding the smell of sweat and heat and the alcohol on the breath of both mine and everyone around me. Maggie sees me, she giggles excitedly and leaves Conrad to come dance with me. We sway to the pop music playing so loudly, I feel it in my chest, thumping along to the beat of my heart knowing that Zane is still perched at the bar, definitely watching me. I can feel his dark eyes on my skin like a breath. All it takes it buoy me. Make me more carefree. I am able to let go and bask in the music. Fucking Claire showing up like the Zane magnet that she was. I didn't even see her join the party, but th

Zane doesn't waste any second responding to the kiss. He takes my mouth like a storm, taking absolute control, swift and hard, I lose my breath when his swift expert tongue seeks entrance into my mouth, I open up for him and he takes the chance like he had been starving, dancing fervently with my tongue, lapping, searching, taking, claiming. I make all sorts of embarrassing sounds that can't be classified as moans. I don't notice him walking backwards, moving deeper into the darkest area of the parking space where the overhead lights don't reach. We are as utterly alone as we are exposed. Common sense is flung out the window with his mouth on mine, his tongue in my mouth, dancing against mine, stroking me to furnace levels heat, reminding me of the fire we are capable of igniting when we gave in to our bodies. Zane whirls me around, settling me on the hood of a car in the dark. My legs remain tightly wound around his waist, holding fast, hot and desperate and needy and hardly satisf

Zane Orion POV::The two hours drive goes by quietly and uneventfully and I am soon pulling into the countryside, it is past midnight and the very air is different here. Quiet and rid of that thick unsettled city air. The moon hangs low amidst clear clouds, twinkling stars and an horizon that stretches everywhere the eyes can see. Acres and acres of farmland belonging to families who have been here for centuries. A blend of modern machinery, structures and old ones. Livestock pens. Cows, pigs, goats and even chicken. When I got my cabin out here, it felt like stepping into a different world, away from the bustling soulless vibe of the city. I never brought Daisy here, she hated it before I even got it. I kill the engine and get out so I can carry my girl. Alex has slept off at the beginning of the ride. Her little gaspy breathes serenading me for the duration of the quiet ride. She stirs in my arms as I walk to the front porch of my perfect getaway space. The cabin is sacred in the s

Just one flick of his tongue in between my folds, one deep lick and I am coming undone, moaning out loud, writhing on the bed, gripping the sheets in a vice like grip, jerking my hips, desperate for respite. For release of some sort. "Zane. Fuck. Oh. Zane." I moan, my head feels light and weightless, like my brain has moved elsewhere. It is a weird thing to feel but it is there along with the tightening feeling spreading throughout my body. "Stay still for me, love. I promised you this. I am not even halfway through with what I intend to make you feel and experience on your time here. So, stay put for me." He grunts into my folds and I feel a volcano start in the pit of my stomach.I want to obey him but I can't stay still with this much eruption going on inside me. It has been too long since we were like this. How does he expect me to stay still? How is that possible when he looks this stunning in between my legs, the morning sun on his golden tan skin, highlighting the fine outlin