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Her maddening thighs.

By the time she walked back into the bedroom,her skin slick with water—droplets I wanted to lick—and wrapped in a towel, I itched for her.

Rebecca flopped onto the bed, not bothering to close her curtains, and let her towel fall open. The sight of her hit me right between the eyes, rendering me unable to move. Unable to breathe. Lost entirely in her expanse of exposed flesh.

Heaven. From the swell of her tits to those grabbable thighs, I wanted to devour every inch. I hung back from the window, just far enough to be shadowed. Yet every muscle in my body screamed to rip the window from its frame and climb in. To cover her body with my own and make her need me. I’d been with enough women to know that the need that gripped me wasn’t normal. In other relationships, I’d never spied through their windows in the middle of the night.

She’d bewitched me.

Her thighs fell open as she pressed a hand between them, and I bit back a groan. I’d chop off my right fucking arm to be between her legs. To smell her. To taste her. To worship her.

She shouldn’t need to touch herself when I was so keen to do it for her.

Chest rising, nipples hardening, she writhed on the bed. Lost in her, I cursed the cold. My dick was practically bursting from my pants, but thenumbness rendered my hands useless. So I watched. And I waited.

Need coursed through me like poison, marking every part of me for her. Desperation bled from my every pore. I was desperate for my obsession to look at me. To come moaning my name.

When she stopped, I craned to see what she was doing. Ass up, she hunted through a box beside the bed. A box of photographs. I couldn’t get close enough to see what they depicted. Maybe a boy? Some high school love.

Was there some long-distance boyfriend she mooned over in my class?

Jealousy heated my face as she turned over, holding the picture in front of her while sliding two fingers into her wet little cunt. The view weakened me. Even my jealousy couldn’t overcome the absolute awe I had as I watched her pump herself with vigour.

‘Don’t worry, Rebecca,’ I whispered. ‘I’ll fill you so fucking good you’ll forget all about him.’

Fingers were no match for the plans I had for her. I intended to explore her body until I conquered it entirely. Until she forgot all about the loser in her photographs and only had eyes for me.

A chuckle escaped as I imagined forcing her to her knees, the photos scattered, her past drowned inmy hot cum. She’d thank me while licking my mess from the face of her lover, fingering her cunt all the while.

I’d desecrate her past the way she’d come in and desecrated my future.

CHAPTER FIVE

HENRY

My skin itchedbeneath my shirt as I struggled to focus on the lecture, stumbling over my words every time I met Rebecca’s eye.

She sat at the front, all bare legs and fuck me eyes. Dark lashes brushed her pink cheeks while she wrapped a lock of blonde hair around her finger. Every twist of that honeyed tress made my stomach churn. The urge to tear across the room and gather her hair in my fists, to tell her that her taunting was killing me, seared in my chest.

I want her.

I need her.

While lust had hit me time and again, never had it dug its claws so desperately deep into me. What was it about her? Sure, she was pretty with a body that begged to be explored. But I didn’t lose control,mooning like some puberty-wracked teen. That wasn’t me.

Yet, looking at her had my insides trembling.

The clock hit the hour and students rose, chatter bubbling between them. They may as well have been cardboard for all the attention I gave them. No. My focus was on one woman alone.

‘Miss Benson.’ Her name was on my lips before I had a chance to think about it. Needing a few more minutes with her. Standing outside her window watching her fuck her sweet little cunt wasn’t enough to sustain me. ‘Can you stay back a moment?’

She turned, her eyes fixing on my face as she held her binder in a white-knuckle grip. ‘Yes, Professor Montgomery.’

Fuck.

I needed to hear her moanthatas I fucked that round ass of hers. To hear my name punctuated with her tears would be everything.

The class emptied around us until only we remained, the tension thick enough to choke me. I approached her like a predator, her eyes widening as she stepped backward.

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