Page 22 of Snowed in with the Professor

I could feel her hands curling against mine, as if she were attempting to grip me, reach for anything substantial to cling on to, use me for strength.

Control.

Find it.

I let go of her wrists, and she immediately held on to my biceps, pressing her little claws into my skin, causing a flash of agony to blend with my pleasure. I cupped one side of her face as I tipped her head to the side, making her take my kiss, pushing her to suck on my tongue.

She was soft… all the things I envisioned innocence would taste like.

I was composed, serene on the exterior. But on the inside, I was this roaring storm, this turbulent weather rolling through, bringing damage, consumption.

I wanted her hard, wanted to just take her on top of the piano till she yelled out for me as she came, as my cock was deep in her body and I marked her from the inside out, a symbol of possession.

I broke the kiss to stare into her face, to watch the ecstasy blanket her expression, an outward representation of what was going on inside of her. “You’re sweeter than the hold you have over me.”

Her eyes were closed, her head was thrown back and to the side slightly, her mouth heated. The air rushed out of her in small pants, her lips swollen and glossy, a sliver of light from the moon making it look as though they glistened.

I retained my composure, making sure she didn’t realize how close I was to cracking. It would frighten her, the power, intensity with which I desired her.

As much as I told myself I should stop this, should move away, go slow, I couldn’t. As much as it was the correct thing to do, to let her walk away, to not become involved, I was too selfish.

My need for her was too strong.

I wanted her too desperately.

I couldn’t wait to get my hands on her.

I loved her.

Never had I felt something so intense, so devouring.

I kissed her again, both of my hands cupping the sides of her neck now, holding her motionless for me, for what I was doing to her.

“Seth,” she muttered against my mouth, and I felt my entire body stiffen in reaction.

Using gentle pressure, I made her stand and instantly drew her against me. She was so small compared to me, her little hands still grasping my biceps, pushing me closer, latching on to me. I sensed something change in her demeanor, this desperation that matched my own.

She rose on her toes, put her arms around my neck, and fucking kissed me back like she was desperate. I groaned, liking that she opened her mouth wide for me, that she allowed me to drive my tongue into the warm, sweet depths of her mouth.

I pulled back and glanced down at her, seeing the dazed expression on her face, the evident fact she was aroused as she peered up at me with her eyes wide, her pupils dilated.

“This is crazy, right?” she whispered almost as if she were trying to convince herself of the fact this wasn’t really happening.

My cock jerked at the sight of her hungry for me, at the smell of lemons and spun sugar that enveloped her… at the taste of her on my lips and tongue. I cupped her cheek, clinging on to her, feeling like she’d leave, escape like a terrified little animal.

This dam had been breached inside of me, and my erection, my yearning and all the emotions I had for Grace were out in the open.

It felt like an open wound, one that would never heal.

I’d never heal because of her, and it was that anguish, that raw vulnerability, that assured me she was the one for me.

My other half.

The person who could break me with a few softly whispered words, with the fear of not being mine. “Should we stop?” she asked, the tone in her voice telling me she was almost afraid of what my answer might be.

“Do you want to?” I said just as softly, my focus on her mouth. I wanted to kiss her again.

She didn’t answer verbally, but she did shake her head.

“Do I frighten you?” I asked and leaned down so our mouths were only inches apart.

For a second, she didn’t answer. Maybe she was thinking about lying, about assuring me she wasn’t. I could see she was nervous about all of this.

She nodded once yet arched her chest, forcing her breasts into me. “Yes and no,” was all she muttered. “How I feel frightens me. The power you wield over me frightens me.”

I closed my eyes and battled for control.

She possessed all the power.

The need that had built up inside of me, my emotions, sensations, and having Grace here with me now, was my undoing. There was no going back. There never was once I’d had it in my mind that I’d make her mine.

I lifted my hand and ran my fingers down her neck, revelling in the smoothness of her flesh. I felt like the world was crashing down around me. I’d move heaven and earth to please Grace.

My feelings for her made me vulnerable, and I hadn’t felt that way since I was a child, since before my uncle passed. But this was a new type of vulnerability. This was the kind that I wanted to embrace, since it felt like it was the one bit of myself I’d buried, too terrified to acknowledge.

“All you have to do is tell me what you want, Grace, and it’s yours.”

She peered into my eyes, and I felt my pulse beat a little quicker at the vulnerability I saw. Damn, she was so innocent, so untainted and shielded to the way the world was, to the way things could be. It made me want to protect her, keep her near and never let anything touch her.

“I just want you.”

God, did this woman know the power she held over me?

Fuck, did I comprehend the power she possessed over me?

You know precisely what she does to you, exactly how much strength she exerts over you with just one look.

“I love you, Seth. I guess I’ve liked you from the moment I walked into your class.”

I closed my eyes, and this gruff sound left me, one that was more animal than man. She brought out the primordial side of me, the beast that I kept hidden deep within. Letting it out would only create harm, would let my flaws free. I needed to always be in control, especially with Grace.

But hearing her say she loved me had everything collapsing around me, inside me. It had pleasure and pain, hope and dread overwhelming me.

I couldn’t let her go. I wouldn’t. She was bonded to me irrevocably, mine for the taking. No one else would ever have her, and because of that she should be scared. She should be afraid of the extent I’d go to keep her close, to keep other guys who desired her away.

“I don’t want to ruin you,” I finally said. “I don’t want the love I have for you to twist and drive you away.” Because the power I felt when I was with her was unlike anything I’d ever experienced.

“You love me?”

I gazed into her eyes and roared. “I love you more than I’ve ever fucking loved anything in my life.”

“Then that’s all that matters.”

The air left me. “My sweet, innocent little Grace.” I shook my head slowly. “If life, the world, was so easy…”

She was the one to shake her head now. “Why can’t it be?” she asked softly. “You love me. I love you. Nothing else should matter.”

And it didn’t, to an extent. It was outside factors that had me worrying her being plucked from my life, like a blossom being ripped from the ground.

But my Grace was powerful, courageous. She stepped closer, rubbed her breasts more firmly against my chest.

I glanced into her eyes. “I meant it when I said I won’t let you go,” I murmured quietly, our lips still inches apart.

“I know,” she muttered.

I didn’t say anything else as I moved in and kissed her hard and deep, just wanting to stamp myself on her. All control had fucking gone at that instant. I hoped she was ready, for the constrained Seth she knew was gone.

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I kissed Grace like stopping would be my death.

Delicious.

Addicting.

All mine.

Nothing else mattered save this one moment and making Grace feel good, making her realize that I desired her above all else. I couldn’t have gone away if my life had relied on it.

Hell, I’d gladly die in this very moment, with Grace’s lips glued to mine and the wonderful sounds of her groans filling my ears.

She interrupted the kiss and gasped. “I feel like if I don’t hold on to you, I won’t be steady. I won’t be here, like this is nothing but a dream.”

Before I could tell her to touch me, to hold on to me, to use me, she had her hands wrapped around my neck, her fingers playing with the short strands of hair at my nape.

I kissed her again, and she made these little noises in the back of her throat.

I swallowed the sounds, desiring more, wanting her to surrender every part of herself to me.

This was what I’d wanted from the moment I met her, from the second I understood I couldn’t let her be with anyone else.

It had been so fucking hard staying back, keeping my distance for as long as I did. But no more. No matter the ramifications, no matter the rules I broke being with her… Grace was mine.

I couldn’t stop this. I wouldn’t. I pushed myself to take a step back, but grasped her hand in mine, holding her near, scared she’d go if she really saw my yearning for her.

“I don’t want you to let me go,” she whimpered.

“Never,” I answered promptly. I couldn’t help myself as I reached out and ran my thumb along her lower lip, tugged the soft, somewhat damp flesh down, and saw it glide back into place when I let go.

She was so fucking lovely, so pliant and giving, and courageous, not allowing her inhibitions govern her.

I’d show her how valuable she was to me.

Her breath hitched a bit, and I leaned down and grabbed her mouth in a kiss again, drawing her close because I was addicted to her. She felt good in my arms, like she was always intended to be here.

Take her.

Show her what it’s like to be yours.

And so, I moved back, looking down at her swollen red lips, a faint glossiness on them from our kiss.

“This could get you in trouble with the university.”

“I don’t fucking care about anything but you.”

Her breath hitched. “They’ll say this is wrong.”