"You are very naughty, Professor... aren't you?"
Alex's voice was a low, gravelly vibration against the shell of her ear, sending a fresh wave of heat crashing through her.
He didn't wait for an answer. He reached up, his large, warm palms cupping both of her breasts at once. He squeezed them, testing their weight, his fingers digging into the soft flesh with a possessive, rhythmic pressure.
"Anh—!" Heena's head fell back, her eyes snapping shut.
He was right. God, he was so right. She had spent years hiding behind her syllabus, imagining herself exactly like this... being handled, mastered, and dismantled by someone who didn't care about her titles.
She had read it in the books, but the fiction was a pale, cold shadow compared to the raw, suffocating reality of Alex's hands.
The books were nowhere close to the intense, forbidden feeling she was experiencing right now.
"Please... please..." The words tumbled out of her as a broken prayer.
