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Unraveling Delilah 11

Delilah’s POVHell, I was going to fuck Zedd this night even if it killed me.The kiss was deep and consuming, water pouring over us as Zedd pressed me against the tiled wall. His mouth claimed mine completely, tongue stroking deep, teeth nipping at my lower lip like he couldn’t get enough. I moaned into him, my hands fisting in his soaked shirt, pulling him closer. His hard cock pressed against my stomach through his wet trousers, thick and insistent, and my body throbbed with a raw, overwhelming need.He broke the kiss just enough to look at me, water streaming down his face, his stormy blue eyes darker than I had ever seen them. For a moment, he simply stared, breathing hard, like he was trying to memorize every detail of my face.“Tonight,” he murmured against my swollen lips, “I’m not rushing anything. I’m going to worship you, little storm. Every single inch of you. No more games. No more trying to control anything.”He shut off the water, not bothering with a towel for himself.

Banging the Virgin Professor 1

Emrys’ POVI mouth-fucked my virgin professor last night and she has no idea.The thought looped in my head like a filthy mantra as I leaned back in my seat at the back of the lecture hall, arms crossed over my chest, watching the woman at the front of the room adjust her glasses with trembling fingers. Professor Mia Cromwell. Blond hair pulled into a neat, severe bun. Nerdy black-rimmed glasses. A modest cream blouse buttoned all the way up, tucked into a pencil skirt that hugged her hips just enough to make my jaw tighten. She looked exactly like the woman who had dropped to her knees in that private lounge and sucked my cock like she was starving for it.She had no fucking clue it was me.I shifted in my seat, my cock already half-hard at the memory. Last night she had been drunk, clumsy, adorably eager, and so goddamn innocent it had taken every ounce of willpower I possessed not to bend her over and claim her properly. The mate bond had slammed into me the second her friend pus

Banging the Virgin Professor 2

Mia’s POVI woke up with a pounding headache and the distinct feeling that I had done something I would deeply regret.My mouth tasted like regret and cheap fruity cocktails. I groaned, rolling over in bed and burying my face in the pillow. Fragments of last night flickered through my mind like broken film reels. There was the loud music, flashing lights, the smell of sweat and perfume, then a masked man with a powerful body, and the feeling of something thick and hot on my tongue…I sat up so fast the room spun.No. No, no, no.I couldn’t have. I wouldn’t have. I was Mia Cromwell. A conservative virgin. The woman who planned to stay that way until marriage. I didn’t do things like… that.The bathroom door opened, and Daisy strolled out, already dressed and far too cheerful for someone who had been drinking with me last night.“Morning, sunshine!” she sang, tossing her wet hair over her shoulder. “How’s the head? And more importantly, how’s the pussy?”I buried my face in my hands. “D

Banging the Virgin Professor 3

Emrys’s POVThe realistic, veiny dildo lay on the corridor floor between us like a neon sign screaming “inappropriate.”I stared at it for half a second, then bent down smoothly and picked it up. It was heavier than I expected, thick, flesh-colored, with realistic veins and a suction cup base. The thought of prim, proper Professor Mia Cromwell owning something like this made my cock twitch hard in my jeans.I held it out to her, turning it slowly in my hand with deliberate amusement.“You have interesting taste, Professor,” I said, voice low enough that only she could hear. “Very… educational.”Mia’s face turned a deep, mortified crimson. Her green eyes widened behind her glasses as she snatched the dildo from my hand with shaking fingers, stuffing it back into her bag like it had burned her.“It’s not mine,” she stammered, voice high and panicked. “It was a gift. From my friend. A very inappropriate gift. I don’t… I don’t use it.”She was adorable when she was flustered. The way her

Banging the Virgin Professor 4

Mia’s POVI was still dying inside from the dildo incident.Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Emrys Sternwolfe bending down in the corridor, picking up that thick, veiny monstrosity Daisy had gifted me, and holding it out to me with that slow, knowing smirk.“You have interesting taste, Professor.”The memory made my face burn all over again. I had spent the entire evening replaying that moment, mortified beyond words. How was I supposed to look that student in the eye during our tutoring session when he had literally handed me a dildo?I had given Daisy an absolute earful that morning.“You absolute menace!” I had hissed at her over the phone while getting ready. “Do you have any idea what happened yesterday? He saw it! He picked it up and handed it to me like it was a perfectly normal classroom supply!”Daisy had laughed so hard I thought she was going to choke. “Oh my god, Mia. Did he say anything? Please tell me he said something filthy.”“He said I have interesting taste!” I whi

Banging the Virgin Professor 5

Emrys’s POVI had her pinned against the wall of her office, and I was one breath away from losing every ounce of control I had spent years perfecting.I didn’t even think once before I kissed her.My mouth was on hers, devouring her like I had been starving for this exact taste my entire life. Her lips were soft, warm, and trembling under mine. I kissed her deeply, tongue stroking against hers in slow, possessive strokes, tasting the sweetness of her mouth mixed with the faint hint of coffee she must have had earlier. She made a small, broken sound against my lips, half moan, half whimper, and it went straight to my cock.I groaned into the kiss, pressing my body harder against hers. My hands gripped her waist, fingers digging into the soft fabric of her blouse as I pulled her flush against me. I could feel the rapid rise and fall of her chest, the way her nipples were hard little points against my torso. The mate bond was roaring in my blood, demanding I claim her, mark her, bury my

Banging the Virgin Professor 6

Mia’s POVI was losing the battle with myself.The video tutorial played on my laptop, the woman on screen moaning softly as she slowly slid the thick dildo in and out of her glistening pussy. The sounds were obscene — wet, rhythmic, filled with pleasure I had never allowed myself to feel. I sat on the edge of my bed in nothing but my thin silk nightdress, thighs pressed together, breathing already shallow.This is wrong, I thought, even as my hand trembled on my lap. I promised myself. I promised God. I’m saving myself for marriage. This… this is cheating.But the ache between my legs was unbearable. It had been building for days, ever since that night with the masked stranger, and it had only gotten worse after Emrys pinned me against the wall in my office. My body was on fire. My nipples were tight and sensitive, rubbing against the silk with every breath. My clit throbbed painfully, begging for touch.Goosebumps rose on my arms as the woman in the video circled her clit with her f

Banging the Virgin Professor 7

Emrys’s POVI couldn’t stop thinking about last night.The image of Mia on her bed, silk nightdress ridden up her thighs, fingers hesitating between her legs while she watched that video. It had been burned into my mind and turned everything else into ashes. I had stood in the shadows of her room, masked and silent, every muscle in my body locked with the effort not to step forward and help her. The scent of her arousal had been so thick in the air I could almost taste it. My wolf had howled inside me, demanding I go to her, drop to my knees, and replace her fingers with my tongue.It had taken every single ounce of restraint I possessed not to do exactly that.I had wanted to. Goddess, how I had wanted to. To spread her legs wider, bury my face between her thighs, and lick her until she screamed my real name instead of some fantasy. But I had held back. Barely. The mate bond was making me feral, and I refused to scare her. Not yet.Now, here I was the next day, walking down the unive

Banging the Virgin Professor 8

Mia’s POVI was burning alive.My back was pressed against the hard back of my chair, but every inch of my skin felt like it was on fire. My nipples ached so badly they were almost painful against the fabric of my blouse. My thighs trembled uncontrollably. The ache between my legs had become a deep, throbbing need that made it hard to think straight.Emrys was on his knees in front of me, hands resting lightly on my thighs, looking up at me with those dark, intense eyes.I was breathing hard, chest heaving. My mind was a battlefield — years of vows, promises to God, the conservative values I had clung to my entire life — all of it crumbling under the weight of this unbearable desire.No one would know.No one could know. It was the only thought that managed to keep me sane.The door was locked. I had made sure of that. No one would see. No one would ever find out.Guilt twisted sharply in my chest, but guilt wasn’t enough. Not anymore. The need was stronger. I needed anything to make

Banging the Virgin Professor 9

Mia’s POVI barely made it home before the weight of everything settled on me like a heavy blanket.No tears came. I was beyond crying. I was just… tired and vulnerable in a way I hadn’t been in years. The moment I closed my front door, I leaned against it, phone already in my hand. I called the only person whom I believed would drag me out of the madness I was currently drowning in.“Mum?” My voice was quiet, shaky.“Mia? Sweetheart, what’s wrong?” Her voice was instantly concerned.I sank onto the couch, pulling my knees to my chest. “I broke my vows,” I whispered. “I let a man touch me. I didn’t wait until marriage like I promised God and you. I feel so lost.”There was a long pause. Then my mother sighed softly, and somehow it held both affection and understanding.“Oh, Mia,” she said gently. “That promise was made when you were sixteen. Years ago. I know I hammered it into your head, but the truth in the real world is… men are wicked, my love. Your future husband might not even b

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