Dark Romance Web Novels & Intelligent Age Gap Stories

His hand was still warm on the small of my back when I found the lanyard in his jacket pocket. Bad idea. ..The best mistake of my life..and I didn’t even know his name. The lights were dim. Two drinks in, his mouth was on my neck, teeth grazing my skin as his hands explored under my dress . He pressed me against the wall and touched me until I trembled, whispering how ready I was for him. I went home with a stranger that night because I was tired of being the perfect student with the flawless GPA. I wanted to feel alive. I wanted to be ruined. Monday morning, that same stranger stepped into my lecture hall and called my name like he hadn’t spent the weekend deep inside me. Professor Daniel Calder. My only elective..the one class standing between me and the future I’ve spent years building. I can’t drop it. I can’t escape him. And every time he leans over my desk to mark my work, I remember exactly how those hands felt on my body. He promised we’d keep it professional. Open doors. Daylight distance. That lasted until the first time he locked his office door after hours, bent me over his desk, and took me hard and deep, his hand covering my mouth to muffle my moans. Now at nights I'm to be reading.. his mouth between my thighs until I’m shaking, urgent encounters against bookshelves, and the constant thrill of almost getting caught. His marks on my papers in red ink. His marks on my skin in the dark. He’s my professor. I’m his student. He’s off-limits. I’m supposed to know better. Neither of us can stop.