Page 15 of My Professor is a Demon

"I think," I said softly, stepping closer to him, "that 'partners' is a good starting point. But perhaps not the complete definition."

His free hand came up to touch my face gently, fingers tracing my cheek with a reverence that took my breath away. "What definition would you suggest, Charlotte?"

Instead of answering with words, I rose onto my tiptoes and pressed my lips to his. The kiss was gentle at first, a question rather than a demand. Then his arms wrapped around me, pulling me against him as the kiss deepened into something that answered every unspoken question between us.

Our energies exploded into brilliant harmony, violet-gold light surrounding us as boundary guardian and former demon found a connection that transcended supernatural categories. Power flowed through and around us, the ley lines beneath our feet pulsing in synchronization with our joined energies.

When we finally broke apart, both slightly breathless, Oscar's expression held a wonder I suspected few had ever witnessed.

"That," I said with a smile, "is a much better definition of what we are."

His laugh—genuine and unguarded—was possibly the most beautiful sound I'd ever heard. "As usual, your intuition proves remarkably accurate."

The energy between us continued to build, the harmonic resonance intensifying rather than fading. Each point of contact between our bodies sent shivers of power through my awakeningguardian senses. I could feel Oscar's restraint, honed control battling against something new and powerful.

"Oscar," I whispered, my hands sliding up to frame his face. "Take me home."

His eyes darkened, the carefully maintained humanity in his appearance wavering slightly to reveal something more primal beneath. "Charlotte, you don't understand what you're asking. What I am—what I'm becoming—it's still unstable."

"I understand perfectly," I insisted, pressing closer to him. "I'm not afraid of your true nature. I never have been."

He studied me for a long moment. Then he gathered me into his arms, his power wrapping around us both like a protective cocoon.

"Hold tight," he murmured against my hair, and the world dissolved around us.

When reality stabilized, we stood in Oscar's apartment, the transition so smooth I barely felt it happen. Teleportation—another ability he'd kept carefully hidden until now.

"That's handy," I observed with a breathless laugh. "Much better than campus parking."

His smile was brief but genuine, his eyes never leaving mine as he slowly released me. "Last chance to reconsider, Charlotte. What's happening between us—it's unprecedented. Unpredictable."

I took his hand and placed it directly over my heart, letting him feel its rapid beating. "I've never been more certain of anything in my life."

That was all it took. His control—the careful restraint he'd maintained since the moment we met—finally broke. His mouth claimed mine with an intensity that stole my breath.

My back hit the wall as he pressed against me, his body hard and unyielding. At the contact, his control slipped further. Theair around us grew heavy, charged with power as the walls of his human disguise thinned.

Our energies surged together, creating visible patterns of light that spiraled around us, casting the darkened apartment in violet-gold illumination.

“Charlotte," he groaned against my mouth, his voice rougher, deeper than I'd ever heard it. "Your energy—it's intoxicating."

"Then let yourself get drunk," I challenged, my hands finding the buttons of his shirt and tugging them loose.

He caught my wrists, holding them gently but firmly above my head, pressing me back against the cool surface of the wall. "Slowly," he insisted. The shadows in the room responded to his emotions, stretching and curling around us in protective layers. "I've waited centuries to feel this way. I won't rush it."

The declaration sent heat pooling low in my abdomen. Oscar Katz—unbound demon, reluctant professor, being of immense power—wanted to savor me.

While one hand held my captured wrist, his other hand moved downward, tracing the line of my throat, his fingers possessive, reverent. Wherever he touched, my skin illuminated with boundary guardian energies—luminous patterns appearing and fading like ethereal tattoos marking his claim. He mapped every inch of my skin as if claiming me, his touch setting my nerves ablaze. The friction, the anticipation, made me ache for more, but he kept his pace deliberate, savoring every reaction, every sharp inhale and breathy moan I let slip.

His lips followed the path his fingers had blazed, lingering over my pulse point, his tongue flicking over the sensitive skin. "I've imagined this," he murmured, his voice a low rasp of desire. "Since the first time our hands touched over coffee. Since I felt your energy call to mine."

"Show me," I gasped. "Show me what you've imagined."

He released my wrists. His eyes darkened, something ancient and primal flickering behind his human mask. Then he stripped me, leaving me standing naked. Lifting me with supernatural ease, he pressed me against the wall. He cupped my thigh and spread me wider.

I gasped as his fingers found my folds, spreading me apart, dragging through my slick heat with an aching slowness that had me arching against him. He pressed his thumb to my clit, circling with just enough pressure to make me whimper.

"Oscar, please," I begged, gripping his shoulders, nails biting into his skin as he worked me with deliberate skill.

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