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As the door closes behind her, I brace my hands on the desk, taking deep breaths. The wood grain beneath my palms is cool, grounding. Ten minutes. Just ten more minutes of restraint.
Then, student or not, we'll face this head-on. Because the pull between us has become too strong to ignore, too powerful to deny.
The walk to my office feels like an eternity. Each step is a battle between my human side, urging caution, and my wolf, demanding I run to her. As I round the corner, I see her.
Sarah stands outside my office, her back to me, one hand fidgeting with the strap of her bag. Even from here, I can smell her anticipation, her nervousness... her desire.
I clear my throat, and she spins around, her eyes wide. "Dr. Morgan," she breathes.
"Ms. Mitchell," I nod, keeping my voice level as I approach. A couple of students pass by, and I'm acutely aware of their curious glances. I unlock the door quickly, gesturing for Sarah to enter. "After you."
She steps inside, and I follow, closing the door behind us. The soft click of the lock sliding into place seems to echo in the sudden silence.
For a heartbeat, we just stare at each other, the air thick with tension. Then, something inside me snaps.
In two strides, I'm across the room. My hands find her waist as I push her against the door, my mouth claiming hers in a kiss that's been building since the moment she walked into the lecture hall.
Sarah gasps against my lips, but her surprise quickly gives way to passion. Her arms wind around my neck, pulling me closer as she returns the kiss with equal fervor.
I growl low in my throat, the sound more wolf than man. One hand slides up to tangle in her hair, freeing it from its ponytail. The other grips her hip, holding her firmly against me.
"Lucas," she moans as I trail kisses along her jaw, down to the pulse point at her neck. The sound of my name on her lips is intoxicating.
"Sarah," I breathe against her skin. "Do you have any idea what you do to me?"
Her only response is to arch against me, her body molding to mine perfectly. I can feel the rapid beat of her heart, smell the sweet scent of her arousal.
As our kisses grow more fervent, my hands roam over her body with a hunger that I can't contain. My fingers find the buttons of her shirt, deftly undoing each one with ease.
My breath hitches as I finally expose the creamy expanse of her skin, her blouse falling open to reveal the tantalizing lace of her bra. My fingers trace the lace's edge, my cock twitching at the sight of her delicate curves straining against the flimsy fabric.
"Exquisite," I growl, my voice barely recognizable, even to my own ears. The wolf within me is clawing at the surface, desperate to claim what's ours, but I hold him at bay, wanting to savor every moment of this seduction.
I slide the straps of her bra down her shoulders, letting the garment fall to the floor. My gaze locks onto hers, my hands cupping her breasts, my thumbs circling her rosy nipples until they harden into tight buds under my touch.
Lowering my head, I take one nipple into my mouth, swirling my tongue around it before sucking hard, eliciting a sharp gasp from Sarah. The sound of her pleasure is like a drug to my senses, fueling my desire for her.
I move to her other breast, giving it the same attention, my free hand roaming down her body, fingers dipping beneath the waistband of her skirt, teasing the soft skin of her inner thigh.
"Lucas," she breathes, her voice a sultry whisper that fans the flames of my desire. Her hands tug at my tie, her fingers deftly undoing the knot before moving on to the buttons of my shirt.
I shrug out of my shirt, her eyes drinking in the sight of my bare chest, her hands exploring the ridges and planes of my torso with a reverence that makes me feel like a god.
Her touch is electric, sending jolts of pleasure straight to my groin, my erection straining painfully against the confines of my pants. I grind against her, letting her feel the effect she has on me, my mouth claiming hers in a searing kiss that leaves no doubt about the depth of my desire.
The taste of Sarah's lips is a drug to my senses, and I find myself craving another hit. "I need to taste you again," I growl against her mouth, my voice thick with desire. "Every sweet inch of you."
Her breath hitches, and I scoop her up into my arms, her legs wrapping around my waist as I carry her to the leather couch. Our kiss is a fiery tangle of tongues and heated moans, a prelude to the pleasures that await us.
I lower her onto the cool leather, her body sinking into the cushions, and then I'm on my knees before her, my size making it easy to claim her mouth once more. My hands roam over her body, fingers tracing the edge of her skirt, teasing the soft skin of her inner thighs.
"Lucas," she breathes, her voice a sultry whisper that fans the flames of my desire. "I want you so much."
"And you'll have me, mate," I promise, my voice a low rumble. "But first, I'm going to feast on your perfect pussy until you're screaming my name."
Her eyes darken with lust at my words, and I can't help but grin as I slowly hike up her skirt, baring her to my hungry gaze. I hook my fingers under the lacy edge of her panties, tugging them down her legs with aching slowness, my eyes never leaving hers.
Once she's gloriously naked from the waist down, I spread her thighs wider, revealing the slick, pink folds of her pussy. "So fucking beautiful," I murmur, my cock throbbing painfully in my pants at the sight of her wet and ready for me.
