Professor Snape Book Novels & Stories

he said with a smirk. I grumbled and went to the bookshelf. There were like thousands of books there, and I spent a good thirty minutes arranging them. Those thirty minutes were stressful, to say the least. "I'm done," I sighed in relief. "You're done?" the young man asked. "Yes, so is my admission safe?" I responded. "Not yet," he replied. "What do you mean by that?!" I yelled in frustration. "Don't shout, just do one more thing," he said calmly.

I giggled. “Do you like a delicious peace offering, professor?” I asked teasing him as I put my hands on both of his shoulders. My seductive eyes never leave his darkening eyes. I watched as desire clouded his dark orbs. His breathing became rugged when I slowly sat on his lap near his aching bulge, which is visible on his slacks. His hand went on my back to support me. “Let me taste that delicious peace offering, honey.” he croaked and he breathed heavily.

“I tried, but he insists. He says it’s about Ms. Hunt.” “Send him in,” I agreed, releasing the speaker button. Augustus’s head fell back with a groan. “I can hear the slurs coming from a mile away.” My muscles tensed in anticipation. Like most, Professor Draven was a pureblood enthusiast, but to the extreme, and unfortunately, Delilah had him for Literature. I toyed with the idea of preemptively transferring her out of his class, but didn’t want to be too hasty. My door swung open, and Professor Draven barreled in—broad shoulders, hulking form, and severe scowl.

(A/N: Hello sweety, I want to inform you and assure you that this book is certainly the erotica book you are looking for. This book is all about the thrilling sex life of a youngster, which is very erotic, steamy, and has a touch of dark relationship and dark romance (BDSM). (Do enjoy reading!) Snow POV I stare at the naked figure besides me in amusement. I still can't believe that this man is the one making me moan crazily like a mad woman.

This lesson is brutal, but I know my Professor craves the hard lessons. “Let’s begin.” I give the first snap of leather against her buttocks. The sting is sharp, and the book wobbles, but she bites her lip and steadies herself. “A good beginning, Professor.” “Thank you, Master,” she says with a small smile. I land the next few strokes on her stomach and back. She endures them very well until I shift my aim. I let the leather tails land right between her thighs, snapping against her sensitive core. The book hits the floor with a heavy thud.

I am leaving now," I said with my head bowed down to them, while avoiding eye contact with Prof who was now completely focused on devouring Punyemas' lips. Meanwhile, Punyemas was also trying to avoid his face. That idiot Kumag was still acting innocent, as if he didn't just witness Prof going down on Punyemas earlier! I shook my head at the thought. Damn. I never thought I could be so vulgar. I didn't understand why Dashiel was acting like that, as if he didn't approve of Prof's actions, when just earlier he was so enjoying the taste of kepyas and even invited me to join them. What an idiot. I didn't wait for their response to my statement because it was obvious they wouldn't be able to res

I slowly and carefully picked up my books, taking my time so I wouldn't have to walk too close to him. But he was already at the front desk, putting papers in order with his big, veined hands. I had to walk right past. "Professor," I mumbled, looking down at the floor. My heart was beating so hard that I was sure he could hear it. He didn't answer right away Just looked at me. I could feel the weight of his gaze moving over my face, mouth, and chest,

And to say I had been accusing the professor wrongly. My mind drifted to our last and only conversation. "Have we met before?" I had asked. In response, he said, and quite rudely might I add, "Bold of you to assume I'd remember." before he strode away. My blood boiled at the reminder. How could someone be so full of themselves and still get to be a professor? Teachers were supposed to be gentle sweet-talkers. Right? Except the few Severus Snape candidates. But Professor Valerious was entirely on a different level.

Hermione Granger sat cross-legged on the floor of the library, surrounded by piles of books as she pored over ancient texts in search of a rare potion recipe. The silence was broken only by the soft rustling of pages and the occasional creak of a floorboard underfoot. Lost in her studies, she didn't notice the tall, dark-haired figure approaching until he was standing directly behind her. "Well, well, what do we have here?" Viktor Krum's deep voice rumbled, causing Hermione to jump and spin around. The Bulgarian Quidditch captain loomed over her, his piercing gaze fixed on her face. Hermione felt her cheeks flush under his intense scrutiny.

He’s close now, he looks at me as if he’s studying me. “Higher, stretch.” His hand moving near my ribcage but not touching. “I need to see how the muscles look.” I stretch higher. His eyes track the movement of my body like he’s memorizing equations. “Turn slowly.” He takes a deep breath. “Something wrong, Professor?” “Your posture.” His voice sounds strained. “Your back curves here.” His finger runs down my back, the first time he’s touched me since I stripped. “Do you feel that?”