Page 45 of Rejected By My Shifter Billionaire
The explanation eased Kassia’s hurt, but only to an extent. She couldn’t make herself forget how abandoned and foolish she had felt, waiting for Alessandro to message her back.
Sensing her pain, Alessandro pressed another kiss to her knuckles in silent apology. “I’m sorry,” he said again. Releasing her hand, he stroked her hair, tucking loose strands behind her ear. “Forgive me?”
Kassia remained silent, but her eyes spoke volumes. The scent of her emotions changed, the sharpness of her pain fading as the musky fragrance of her desire tinged the air.
A low sigh escaped him at how sweet she was, and he said roughly, “I know I don’t deserve you, baby.” He stroked her cheek with his thumb. “But I don’t think I can ever let you go.”
Kassia swallowed, having never imagined that the professor could say such things. Of course she had dreamt he would, but those had been dreams. It had been wishful thinking, and there had always been a part of her that believed the professor would never really be able to love Kassia, the way her own mother couldn’t love her.
Taking a deep breath, she said slowly, “I forgive you, Professor, but...” Kassia bit her lip. “Surely you know by now...” Her chest heaved as she struggled to take another deep breath. “Surely you know how much power you have to hurt me?”
Alessandro’s chest tightened at her words. He remembered the last time he had used the power she spoke of, his mind tormenting him with the devastation on Kassia’s face when she realized he had slept with Melissa. He said grimly, “Yes. I know.”
“Then...” Kassia mustered the courage to raise her hands and frame the professor’s face. Even as he stiffened, making her nervous, Kassia didn’t take her hands away. Looking into the professor’s eyes, she said shakily, “Please don’t hurt me again, Professor.”
The words twisting his heart, Alessandro tried to find the right words to say but couldn’t. There weren’t any, no words enough to describe the way seeing her pain had ravaged him. And so he did the next best thing.
Taking her hands from his face, he placed them on his shoulders.
Heeding the silent invitation, she moved her hands up, clasping them behind his neck. He lowered his head, and she raised her face to meet his. Their lips touched, and the whole world disappeared.
With every second, the kiss became hotter and sweeter, deepening until she felt it reaching all the way to her heart. Her toes curled even as she moved restlessly under the professor, wantingmoreeven though she knew he was already giving her all of him. She knew it by his ragged breathing, the almost painful, rough movement of his hands over her body as he divested Kassia of her clothing. His every guard was down, the professor wanting her to know that she, too, wielded power over him.
Her body arched when he cupped her breasts, Kassia’s eyes drifting close in ecstasy. The professor was touching her breasts. The professor was running his hands over her naked body. On and on her mind went, as if hoping a play-by-play of the professor’s actions could calm her down.
It couldn’t.
When the professor’s lips left hers, Kassia cried out in protest. But she quieted when she felt his lips return to her body, caressing the side of her neck before moving down until his lips latched onto one proudly pouting nipple. She gasped as he started to suck, and again her body arched against his.
“Professor,” she whispered.
When he sucked harder, her voice came out a moan.“Professor.”
His entire body growing taut at the alluring sound of Kassia’s moan, Alessandro moved to her other breast, making sure to bestow it with the same devoted attention. He laved her nipple with his tongue before he started sucking and biting, Kassia rewarding him with her moans and the restless movements of her body.
Her hands rushed down his back, cupping his buttocks, her innocent touch spiking his desire. “Kassia.” He couldn’t stop himself from saying her name, feeling like he was able to claim her as his with it. Releasing her breast, he moved down once more, and this time he parted her legs open with his hands.
Her hands fell away from his body as he lifted her up by her buttocks. She found herself gripping the sheets the higher he lifted her, and then there it was, his tongue lining her folds, and Kassia’s lips parted in a silent scream.
It was sweet, beautiful torture, his tongue stroking up and down her folds. When he lowered her back to the bed, she started to breathe, only to feel the professor parting her folds wide open—-
Her eyes flew open, her breath quickening.
His tongue slipped between the folds.
“Aaaaaah.” She couldn’t stop herself from whimpering this time, and she hastily released the sheets to cover her mouth with both hands. The professor started thrusting his tongue in and out of her, and Kassia’s world started to spin faster and faster. She pressed her hands closer to her mouth, struggling to keep her whimpers down.
Kassia found herself clutching the professor’s rock-hard shoulders. She didn’t think she could stand any more of this without dying. It was too much, too exquisite, too beautiful. She tried to pull away, but the professor wouldn’t let her, even deepening the thrusts of his tongue in response.
“Oh God, Professor...” She tried to make it last, but it was impossible. Kassia came with a cry, no longer able to stay silent. The professor’s mouth ground down on her sex, and she came even harder. She felt him lapping every drop of her come, drinking it, and her world spun out of control. She saw stars behind the lids of her eyes, her orgasm completely taking over her body.
When Kassia opened her eyes, the professor was seated next to her in bed, and he was cleaning her with a damp hand towel. Shyness struck her, and heat stole across her cheeks as she tried to push his hand away and close her legs.
The professor’s gaze narrowed. “Be still.”
The command in his voice made her go weak, and Kassia found herself obeying him. She fought to keep still even as the sense of awkwardness grew. He was just sothoroughat cleaning her.
When he was done, she watched him stand up and turn towards her bathroom. She rose up to a sitting position, self-consciously clutching the covers to her body as the professor got rid of the hand towel and washed his hands.
