Love After Class Novels & Stories

Jasmine Ito – POV The truth was simple. And that was what made it hurt the most. John was the only man I had ever truly loved. Not admired. Not respected. Not chosen out of duty. Loved. My fingers trembled as I wiped at the tears slipping down my face, but they wouldn’t stop. They came faster now, warmer, heavier—each one carrying a memory I couldn’t outrun. That night. It replayed in fragments. The way his lips found mine—not hesitant, not rushed… just certain. Like he had been waiting for that moment longer than either of us wanted to admit.

"The room is soundproof for reasons like this. Be as loud as you want, baby. No one will hear you." He thrusts sharply, causing a loud moan to escape as my eyes roll back. His pace was almost painful. I kiss him roughly just as my orgasm rips through me. My legs start to feel like jelly. He releases a soft moan as he slows his pace. I lay my head on his shoulder as I pant aggressively. "I love you," I breathe. He kisses my shoulder blade. "I don't have a problem giving you another lesson on what's yours if you would like?" I let out a small chuckle.

“Is it… 42?” Adrian set his pen down very, very carefully. Liam chuckled. “No? Alright, what about 69?” “Hunter,” Adrian said through gritted teeth, “do you actually want to pass this class?” Liam stretched his arms behind his head, looking far too relaxed. “Eh. I like my chances.” Adrian rubbed his temples. He was going to have an aneurysm before this semester ended. --- By the time they reached the one-hour mark, Adrian was exhausted.

He was one of the few teachers who didn’t completely ignore omegas. But even he couldn’t stop the undercurrent of tension that ran through the room. “Novah,” he said, “do you want to come solve this on the board?” My breath caught. Eyes turned. Dozens of them. “No,” Loveth drawled before I could answer. “She can’t even solve her own love life, Mr. Kael.” The class laughed. Some even clapped. I stood up slowly. My knees felt like paper. “No, it’s okay,” I whispered, not meeting his eyes. “I—I’ll pass.”

"I don't need you to do anything." "Bruno, you still don't get it," I said slowly. "I stopped loving you a long time ago." "I'm in love with Lorenzo. I love him." His pupils constricted, his face turning deathly pale. "You..." "Impossible. You can't fall in love with someone else that fast," he said, frantic. "You loved me for ten years." "So what?" I sneered. "You trampled on me for ten years." Hearing this, Bruno completely lost control and lunged, trying to drag me away by force.

I knew what was going on and I couldn't resist. My pulse got faster and my temperature – higher. My lips parted slowly and I let her in. Her tongue... Her saliva... And her face were mine for seconds. So there we stood, in a deserted dusty and dark room – out of bound to students, with one of the biggest bullies groaning in pain and the other, knocked out, and me, kissing a… vampire – The love of my life. "Ehm ehm!" Amaya brought us back to reality as she stood at the door.

“Apology not accepted, doll face.” xxx Comment your opinion about this chapter. I would love to hear them! Much love, Kathy

And I don't think it's a problem, everyone must be sleeping right now so we have enough time to love each other. I pulled down her kilt, opening her breast area she wasn't wearing a bra that's a good thing, and to be honest, they are looking huge than the last time we had in the shower but last time I haven't taken her completely and I won't leave a single opportunity to fuck/love her hard this time.

A body physique he loved before “I just wanted you to eat it” she said smiling, her eyes strayed o meet that of her friends at the back of the class. George signed. Girls could be so troublesome. “Well, I have no interest in your food. “he said matter of factly. The girl embarrassed turned away with her lunch pack in her hands. George stood up irritated as low voices of the students got to him, he had no interest in any of his classmates and it would do him and his love interest a whole lot of good if he made that clear to them early enough.

“I can wipe your memory. Mom has a superb spell. It made me forget I was in love with Xavier.” “Yeah, and once it broke, all your feelings came flooding back. I want them gone, not buried.” “So time.” She says. I smile, knowing she is right. “Time it is. Let’s go, class.” After grabbing our books, we head over to our first class. “Next time I want to date my teacher, please slap some sense into me,” I whisper as we walk into the room and try to avoid eye contact. “Why?” “Because this is fucking awkward.”