Elvie
The first thing I was met with when I opened my eyes the next morning was a broad, bare chest just inches away from my face. Cassian’s heavy arm was anchored firmly around my waist, keeping me pinned against him. His steady breathing brushed against the top of my head, every slow rise and fall a constant reminder of the intimacy we had shared hours ago.
My face instantly burned bright red. God, what had I done?
The memories of last night rushed back all at once. I had walked into the house drenched, crying, completely unraveled by Asher’s words, and asked him to make me moan.
Cassian hadn’t hesitated. He had taken absolute control, commanding me, stripping away my clothes, and giving me a kind of intense pleasure I didn’t even know was possible.
Just remembering the sound of my own voice screaming his name in the dark made my stomach turn over in a dizzying mix of embarrassment and lingering heat.
A deep, aching soreness throbbed softly between my thighs. It surprised me. It had only been his fingers, but he had been so thorough, so relentless, driving me right over the edge again and again until I was completely spent.
Yet, as sore as I felt, the shyness warring inside me was met with a dangerous, traitorous pulse deep in my gut. I wanted him again. Even after everything, the feeling of his bare skin against mine was making my heart race all over again.
How was I supposed to face him now? There was no pretending last night didn’t happen. I tried to carefully shift backward, just to get a breath of air and get myself out. But the moment I moved, the arm around my waist tightened, pulling me flush against him.
"Don’t even think about sneaking away," his voice came out deep, rough with sleep, vibrating right against my forehead.
I froze, my chest heaving against his. I swallowed past the sudden tightness in my throat and slowly looked up, meeting his heavy, dark gaze.
"I’m not," I whispered, "I was just-"
Before the last word could even leave my mouth, his hand slid slowly down my thigh, his touch igniting every nerve in my body. A soft gasp broke from my lips as he pulled me even closer, erasing whatever small distance was left between us.
"Cassian..." I breathed, as his fingers found my throbbing pussy.
He leaned in, his lips brushing the sensitive skin just below my ear. "You think you can just wake up and pretend you don’t want it again?" he whispered, his voice deep and possessive one that sent a sudden, frantic pulse straight through my core.
Without thinking, my legs parted, giving him full access as my body instinctively opened up to his touch.
"I need to..." I tried to whisper, attempting to tell him I had to get ready for school.
Instead, a breathless gasp tore from my throat as an intense wave of heat coursed through my body when I felt his finger dipped inside me. The thought of school, time, or anything outside this bed vanished completely.
"You need what, Elvie?" Cassian murmured against my neck, driving every ounce of focus out of my mind.
"You," I gasped out, my fingers tangling tight into the bedsheets. My bottom lip was caught between my teeth as my pulse raced. The touch from him making it impossible to think, impossible to care about anything other than the way he was fingering me.
"That’s it," Cassian growled into my ear, his hand moving faster, matching the desperate rhythm of my heart. "Tell me exactly what you want."
"More," I whimpered, tossing my head back against the pillow as a fresh, overwhelming rush of heat built at my core. "Please, Cassian... don’t stop."
"I’m not stopping," he murmured, applying a ruthless pressure that made my hips hitch off the mattress completely. "You belong in this bed with me, Elvie. School can wait. Everything else can wait."
My mind was a complete blur. Every logical thought, every bit of guilt that was telling me this was wrong, that Cassian was my professor, was completely erased by the friction of his touch.
All that existed was the heavy weight of his body pressing me down, the rough sound of his breath against my ear, and the coil inside me tightening to a dangerous, breathless point.
I arched into him, my fingers clutching his bare shoulders as the tension crested.
"Cassian!" My voice broke on a cry as the sensation shattered through me, sending a violent wave of pleasure straight down to my toes.
He held me tight through every shudder, riding out the intensity with me, his chest heaving against mine until I finally collapsed back into the mattress, gasping for air.
**
By the time I finished showering and getting ready for the day, my skin was still warm, and my heart hadn’t completely settled back into its normal rhythm. I dressed as quickly as I could, stepped out and headed downstairs to prepare something for breakfast.
To my surprise, the kitchen was already filled with the scent of fresh coffee and cooked food. Cassian was standing by the counter, setting the table with two plates.
I stopped near the doorway, shifting on my feet. "You didn’t have to do that," I said, trying to keep my voice steady and not to show how his figure was striking my eyes.
Cassian turned around, setting a cup down on the place mat. His gaze swept slowly over me, holding my eyes in a way that made a sudden, traitorous heat coil right back in the pit of my stomach.
I quickly pulled out a chair and sat down, ducking my head to hide the sudden blush creeping up my neck. Cassian took the seat across from me, his expression calm, though the intensity in his eyes remained entirely unchanged.
"Next time you give me that look," he said smoothly, his voice dropping low enough to carry across the quiet table, "I’m bending you right over this table and fingering you until you can barely stand."
My breath caught in my throat, my fork dropping from my hand with a thud against the plate. A sudden flush hit my cheeks, my pulse spiking instantly. As shocked as I was by how directly he said it, a helpless wave of heat flared in my core, leaving my mind racing with the vivid image of him doing exactly what he promised.
I forced myself to pick up my fork, staring down at my plate as if the food in front of me was the most captivating thing in the world.
"Eat," Cassian said, breaking the silence as he picked up his own coffee cup. "You need your strength for classes today."
Classes. The reminder hit me like a splash of cold water, grounding me back into reality. He was my professor. In less than an hour, I would be sitting in a lecture hall watching him stand at the front of the room in a crisp suit, talking about coursework as if he hadn’t had his fingers inside me just an hour ago.
I took a small bite of the pancake, swallowing past the tight knot in my throat. "How are we supposed to act at school?" I asked, keeping my voice low, as if someone else might hear us in his kitchen. "People will notice if something is different."
Cassian leaned back in his chair, taking a slow sip of his coffee. His eyes not leaving my face.
"Nothing changes on campus," he said, his tone tone dropping into that calm, authoritative edge he used in the classroom. "You sit in your seat, you do your work, and you treat me like your instructor. But the second we walk out those doors, you’re mine."
A shiver ran down my spine at his words, equal parts terrifying and thrilling. I nodded slowly, taking another sip of my juice to steady my hands.
"Understood, Professor," I murmured deliberately feeling an urge to tease him.
A dangerous smirk touched the corner of Cassian’s lips as he set his cup down with a soft click against the saucer. "Watch your words, Elvie," he said, his eyes flashing with warning. "Or we won’t even make it out of the house."
**
Thirty minutes later, I was stepping through the tall glass doors of the university lecture hall.
The room was full of noise as students chatted and took their seats. I slid into a desk near the middle row, and pulled out my notebook.
"Hey, girlfriend!" Gemma slide into the seat beside me, setting down an iced latte.
"Hey, Gemma." I replied back.
Her eyes squinted on me. "Whoa, what’s up with you? Your skin is glowing. Did you even sleep last night?"
My heart gave a sudden, hard thud against my ribs. "I—yeah, I just didn’t sleep much," I lied quickly, tucking my hair behind my ear to hide how hot my face felt.
Before Gemma could ask anything else, the noise in the room died down. The big door at the front clicked open, and Cassian walked into the hall.
My breath caught in my throat. I found myself checking him out again as if we hadn’t left the house together and he dropped me off a few miles away from the school gates. He was wearing a sharp dark suit with a crisp white shirt buttoned all the way up. His dark hair was combed back, and his face was completely calm—cool, serious, and totally professional.
He laid his leather bag on the desk, unbuttoned his jacket, and turned on the projector.
Watching him stand down there, looking like the picture of total authority, made my head spin. Looking at those long hands holding a marker, my mind flashed straight back to those same hands on my pussy just some hours ago.
"Good morning, everyone," Cassian’s deep voice echoed through the speakers. "Open your books to Chapter four. We are taking off from where we stopped last time."
As pages began to rustle around the room, his gaze swept over the crowd before stopping right on me.
For one short second, his calm face shifted, flashing a smirk that reminded me of every single word he had said to me at the breakfast table.
I gripped my pen tight, realizing how dangerous this game really was. Because my professor fingered and got me to an orgasm twice in less than twenty four hours, and nobody in this room had any idea.