Page 16 of My Professor is a Demon

"Not yet," he said, voice thick with restraint. "I want to feel you come apart first. I want to see you lost in it."

His fingers plunged into me, curling in a way that made my whole body tense, pleasure coiling tighter with every thrust. His thumb never stopped its torturous rhythm against my clit, driving me higher, his mouth capturing every moan, every desperate plea.

I shattered, my orgasm rushing through me in waves, my thighs trembling as I clung to him. He groaned against my neck, as if he could feel the way my release pulsed around his fingers, as if it was feeding his own hunger.

He withdrew his fingers slowly, bringing them to his lips to taste me, his eyes dark and possessive. "Perfection," he growled, then pressed his forehead against mine, breath ragged. "And now I need to be inside you."

I nodded, still breathless, and reached for the waistband of his pants, anticipation making my fingers tremble. When I freed him, I inhaled sharply. He was thick, larger than I even thought I could take, his length hot and heavy against my palm.

He caught my chin, forcing my gaze back to his. "We'll make it fit," he assured me, his voice a wicked promise. "I'll make you take all of me."

I whimpered at his words, heat rushing back through me.He shed the rest of his clothing, and then he lifted me again, positioning himself at my entrance. Slowly, he pushed forward, stretching me inch by inch.

My eyes widened as I saw more of his true form emerging—subtle ridges along his shoulders, those shadow wings becoming more substantial, the planes of his face taking on an otherworldly sharpness that was both terrifying and beautiful.

"You see me," he whispered in wonder, his voice layered with otherworldly resonance. "Truly see me—and still want me."

"All of you," I confirmed. My fingers traced the supernatural markings appearing on his skin, leaving trails of violet light wherever I touched. "Everything you are."

He stilled, letting me adjust, his jaw clenched as if restraining himself from thrusting too soon. "You're perfect," he murmured, reverence in his voice. "So tight, so warm."

I shifted my hips, encouraging him to move, and he groaned, withdrawing slightly before pushing in again, deeper this time. He found a rhythm, slow but devastating. The pressure built again, pleasure winding impossibly tight as he drove me toward another peak.

"You feel like you were made for me," he rasped, his movements growing rougher, his control slipping further. The shadow wings fully manifested now, curving protectively around us both. "Like the universe designed you to fit me."

"Yes," I gasped, nails raking down his back, leaving trails of light across his skin. "More, Oscar, please."

His grip tightened on my hips, and he gave me what I begged for, each thrust deeper, harder, pushing me closer to that edge again. The friction, the stretch of him inside me—it was too much, too perfect. The boundary between our energies dissolved completely, demon and guardian powers merging into something entirely new. I shattered for the second time, hisname a cry on my lips, my release squeezing around him like a vice.

He followed moments later, burying himself to the hilt, his groan low and guttural as he spilled into me, his whole body trembling with the force of it.

The energy between us surged, violet and gold light exploding outward in a shockwave that momentarily transformed the apartment. Books levitated, furniture shifted, and every electronic device in the room briefly activated as the power flowed outward, connecting with the ley lines beneath the building and sending ripples of harmonized energy throughout the campus.

For a long moment, we simply held each other, bodies still joined, the aftershocks pulsing through us both. His wings slowly faded back to shadow, though they remained partially visible, curled protectively around us both. He pressed a lingering kiss to my temple, his breath warm against my skin. "You've unmade me, Charlotte. And remade me into something I never imagined I could be."

I smiled. "Then we're even. Because you've done the same to me."

Outside, the ley lines still hummed with the aftershocks of what we had done. But inside this moment, inside his arms, the only thing that mattered was us.

"That was..." Oscar began, then shook his head slightly, apparently at a loss for words.

"Supernatural?" I suggested with a small, satisfied smile.

His laugh vibrated through both our bodies. "Indeed. Though I suspect even supernatural beings rarely experience such perfect resonance."

"Lucky us," I murmured, nestling closer to his warmth.

Oscar lifted me and carried me into the bedroom. Soon, we were both settled in the bed, still wrapped in each other’s arms.

He stroked my hair gently, his expression thoughtful. "The boundary entity said our connection was part of a pattern. That we were creating something new together—a different kind of balance."

"Mmm," I agreed sleepily. "If that's their plan for restoring dimensional harmony, I highly approve of their methods."

His smile was soft as he pressed a kiss to my forehead. "Rest now. We have much to discuss tomorrow."

"Together," I murmured.

"Together," he agreed, the word a promise and a future in one.

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