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With his legs parted, sitting like a king, I felt a shiver run through my body with the power he had. Professor Marison brought his drink to his lips and moved his eyes up and down my body, the movement so sensual that I could feel it in my core. He took a sip from his glass cup and lowered it. I paid attention to his lips and bit the inside of my cheek when he licked his lips. Flashes of his tongue going down on me filled my head and I cursed him. The devil of a man smirked again then rose to his feet. Disappointment suddenly filled me. Was he leaving?

She was disappointed to see he had none except for one but it was simply a silhouette of a person reading a book. Maya did not doubt that he was the one. Her fingers were beginning to feel numb and her eyes were slowly dropping shut but she didn't want to fall asleep yet. Not when she hadn't found anything on the professor, at least something new or private. It would be nice to have something to hold against his head, knowledge was power after all. But despite that fact, nature won and Maya soon fell fast asleep. She dreamed of fire, black wings, and a pair of deep coal-colored eyes.

Adrian sat perfectly still, arms crossed loosely, like he was waiting for the rest of the room to catch up with him. Discussion resumed. Something about stream-of-consciousness. Something about Woolf's method of isolating emotion in image. But the sound around Noah felt blurred, muffled. He watched his own hand turn a pen between his fingers — something to do, to tether himself. Don't be dramatic, he told himself. They're just people. Beautiful. Strange. Possibly dangerous. But still people. When the professor asked for group discussion, desks shifted. Chairs scraped. A girl named Lena plopped down beside him with a grin and a dog-eared copy of the book.

My Professor's Obsession PURE ENGLISH VERSION Written by: AdicQueen09 Genre: Romance/ Adult Fiction 18+ This book is a work of fiction , Names and Characters , Some places and incidents are products of the author's imagination and are used factitiously , Any resemblance to actual events , places or persons , living or dead is entirely coincidence. WARNING: THIS STORY CONTAINS MATURED CONTENTS. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. ************************* This story is about Student and Teacher relationship.

Closer to the front please, I don't want to hear complaints about you not being able to hear or understand what I'm saying in the long run," he says without looking at her. It was loud enough to reach her too. A few students snickered and shot her a glance as she made her way closer to the front. Talk about a terrible first day. Azalea set her things down after she took a seat and fetched for her things as the class continued on. As it did she found herself staring at her professor more than anything. She's seen men with the same physic like his but she was all 'meh' about it. His demeanor, the way he speaks and presents himself, is all peculiar to her. She can only wonder why he acts like h

she replied. "I've been wanting to read some law-related books, but I don't want to go through all the rules and regulations. So, I picked a few essays by law professors. I read about how they analyzed current events and classic cases. It helps to learn about the profession, and I also get to read stories. It's the most suitable form of reading for a layman like me," she added eloquently. The reporter could tell by her confidence that she really did read a lot. There was no point in asking about the titles of the books she read.

“I’d rather read the manual for a fridge.” Someone snorted, I didn’t see who, and the disapproval on the professor’s face deepened. He looked like someone had peed in his Cheerios, or whatever the Americanism was. “This masterpiece of literature would not be published in today’s time because people are impatient and have a short attention span, which is a pity.” No, he was the pity. The book was excellent when you broke it apart and studied it, it had its interesting parts, but the professor was doing nothing to make the story or the study engaging for his students.

Even more, he had to return when the time came. Once he was out of the library and in his car, he finally rummaged through them. There were a couple of romance novels, building repairs, and the biography of Professor Mozart. The one he thought was a self-help book was a romance novel. He looked at the autobiography of the professor. Just seeing the smug smile on that bastard's face made him angry. All these years, this man has manipulated the universe into thinking he was a saint. It made Jalefel sick to his stomach. He tossed the book on the backseat, wishing it would be buried underneath trash. Sadly, he kept his work vehicle immaculate. So, it would sit there unopened. He picked up one of

Below it, a small, silver plaque read: “Julian Croft, Head of Literature Department.” My hand, reaching for a delicate-looking mug, froze mid-air. Head of… Literature? Oh, for the love of… That meant… that meant the man whose thick, heavy cock had been buried deep inside my wet cunt just hours ago, the man who’d called me his “little whore” as he’d sucked on my nipples, the man whose scent still clung to my skin like a forbidden secret… Was my new professor. Fuck.