روايات وقصص ضمن Professor Student Romance Novels

I stumble back, dazed. "Professor Orion! We demand answers! Why is your student with you in your holiday cabin?" "What is the nature of your relationship with this student!" "What do you have to say about the sex for grades accusations?" "There is a report of your reputation that holds water to that accusation. What do you have to say for yourself?"

I asked in almost a whisper, finding it hard to believe she would weave such a story in her head. Yeah, we kissed, but that didn't mean we were dating! That man forced his delicious kisses on me, and I couldn't resist it. "Alright, alright, I might have exaggerated that part, but I don't believe whatever she says. Do you know how many hot wealthy girls have gone to the professor with their bodies? If the professor was a playboy, he would have fucked a lot of them, but he didn't. From what I'm seeing about him, he's pretty wealthy, and the school management respects him immensely," she whispered, and I rolled my eyes.

My laptop history was a testament to it—the endless tabs of dark erotica, the niche p**n sites, the stories that pushed boundaries most people wouldn’t even consider. Liam, bless his vanilla heart, had never understood it. He’d barely understood a missionary position on a Tuesday night. But Draco… Draco understood. He didn’t just understand; he fed it. He was a walking, breathing manifestation of every dark fantasy I’d ever scrolled through. And now he was my professor. The thought should have sent me running for the hills, transferring departments, changing my major. Instead, it made my clit twitch. My body, always so quick to betray me, was already anticipating the next encounter. The next

“You heard right. I fuck Raven really well, so she’s guilty of the same crime. Your secret is safe with her. And just so you know, I didn’t tell her. She found out!” Professor Fox and Professor Raven have sex? I was shocked at this statement. I know all I felt was lust for him but a small part of me felt used. Like I was just one of his sex partners. Who knows how many other students he has a thing with? “What they say is true, crazy things are happening in this school. Anyway, I’m done with this. I regret letting my lust consume me but this time it’s really over,” I said and began to walk towards the door.

“Yes. It’s her. It’s been her this whole time. I didn’t know at first, but then I saw her at Velvet, and—” “And you didn’t tell us?” Riley cut in. “You’ve been sexting with her? And now you’re… what? Emotionally invested? Fucking with her?” “Damn.” Alex whistled. “That’s a whole trope. Professor-student forbidden romance with BDSM? I read fanfic that starts like this.” “Alex…” I groaned. “I’m just saying,” he added, grinning. “This is my favorite genre.” Riley still looked like she wanted to throw something. “She’s like a decade older than you, Matthew.”

Asked how my classes were, if I had a graduation plan. “Dr. Martinez says I have a good thesis,” I said to him. “I think I could get published if she worked me up further.” "That's excellent. You've worked hard on it." "Have you read it?" "Every draft. It's brilliant." We chatted about books, about teaching, about everything but the violence that had been so much a part of our lives. For those few hours, we were just a professor and student in love despite every rule that said they couldn’t be.

He was like a forbidden sweetness I kept tasting even though I knew it would ruin me. A dangerous temptation. "I really want to use the stall. Is anyone in there?" the girl knocked. My heart started racing even faster. If she sees me with Nicholas, what will the students think of me? They'd find it romantic if I was making out with a fellow student, but with a professor? The whole student body will definitely gossip about it. And Nicholas? He might lose his job as a professor. It's highly prohibited for a professor to be entangled with his student.

he replied before planting a kiss on my lips, soft and gentle. That alone, made me lose every sense of being caught and I followed him like a lamb following a sheep to an unknown destination. I followed him into his room, and it smelled nice, I could perceive vanilla with a mixture of cinnamon. His room actually looked really nice for a professor, although the books were there but the blue paint and the way he arranged his things made it very attractive or appealing. He didn't waste anytime, he descended on my lips with fervour and intensity, and I returned the same energy. Aura for Aura.

He looked out at the students and smiled as he rolled up his sleeves. “Good morning,” he said in a friendly tone. “Welcome to Advanced Engineering Analysis. Now’s your chance to leave if you’re in the wrong room.” There was a slight laugh from the students, but no one left. But all I did was stare. My heart rate picked up as my body instantly remembered the feeling of his strong hands on my arm…the curve of his body against mine. This couldn’t be happening to me. Tristan was my…professor?

But then, I shook, when a knock on the door resounded again, “Professor Ron, are you in there?!” I almost snapped at Cassie, yelling at her to go to the appropriate authorities to convey her grievances. Ron belonged to me, right here and now. Again, my reasoning blurred when his mouth left my boob and his tongue grazed down my waist, sucking on my smooth skin every inch of the way. He left his mark, trailing down to my nether region. “Oh God, you are so addicting.” I liked his craziness over me. His need told me he wanted me and I could put my mind to rest now. But it was doing something else to my brain too.