thump thump
The moment I heard those words from the professor—no, wasn't he a Marquess?—it felt as if my heart, which was already creasing, couldn't stop beating.
I just hoped that the thing—no, the embarrassing thing—that I did a few hours ago would be buried after our meeting.
Especially when he would act cold towards me, since I knew that I would lose.
I wished that he would act repulsive and cold, not allowing me to move forward.
But right now, this situation was definitely heading towards the inevitable, where I knew I had already lost even before this battle started.
I don't know if I've fallen for him, but my mind is filled with his memories, with a body craving his touch, while my heart wants to be in his embrace forever.
A heating sensation fills my body from within, and the reactions my body shows whenever I imagine his face—Tingling between my legs with dampness, a stiffening sensation in my breasts, electrifying goosebumps, haggard breathing, and warming of the body.
If this is a sign of love, then it appears I really have fallen for him.
Though, until now, during my journey to this hotel, I had imagined our conversation and thought he would reject me and push me away.
But hearing his words about how he also couldn't control himself made everything feel different.
It was something that wasn't under my control.
Were we both getting into a battle where our minds were foggy and defeated by our hearts?
drip drip
The warm water cascades over us, soaking my clothes and pressing them tight against my skin, especially the snug jeans that cling to my thighs and hips, leaving little room for movement.
Aven's arms are wrapped around me, holding me close, leaving me with no space to escape.
His grip is firm, one arm snaked tightly around my waist while his other hand moves down, fingers grazing the curve of my spine under the white top—given its thin fabric shirt style—his fingertip was vivid over each vertebra.
'!'
I can feel his hot breath against my neck, each exhale sending shivers through me as his lips begin their assault.
"Ah...Prof—" His kisses are fierce, trailing along my neck and down to my collarbone, igniting a fire that mixes with the cold spray of the shower.
I try to catch my breath, but his hold tightens, keeping me pinned against his chest.
My hands are trapped, pressed between us, completely immobilized.
There's no escape—just the relentless sensation of his lips and hands exploring every inch of me.
"Wait..." I manage to whisper, my voice a desperate plea barely heard over the rush of water. "Maybe... maybe we shouldn't do this."
His lips pause, and I feel the slightest loosening of his grip.
Every kiss, every touch, it pulls me deeper into him.
I'm trembling; my fingers can only reach near his waist. At that point, it was just the belt of his pants—nothing much—while completely locked between his body and mind, pressed tightly.
My whole being clings desperately to him as I give in.
"Mmphh...
slurp"
And as his mouth claims mine once more, his hands exploring, demanding, I realize there's no turning back.
The world outside this room fades, leaving only the two of us, tangled in a desperate, all-consuming embrace.
"Haaah....Haaah!" The moment he pulls away, I'm left gasping for air.
My lips feel swollen, tingling from his relentless kisses.
"Ah...w..ai..t" My breaths come out in shallow, shaky pants, and I can't stop the tears that well up in my eyes.
The intensity of it all—the heat, the pressure, the way he takes everything without asking—it's overwhelming.
thump thump
My heart thuds so loudly in my ears that it drowns out the sound of the water still pouring down behind us.
But even as I struggle to catch my breath, he doesn't let go.
His grip around my waist tightens, keeping my hands locked between us, and I realize I'm entirely at his mercy.
"Haa...phew" His own breathing is heavy, his chest rising and falling against mine, but there's a steadiness to it—a control that I can't seem to find in myself.
"Profess—no, Aven.... wait..." I try to speak, but my voice comes out as a broken whisper. Discover stories with M-V-L
He doesn't respond, only gives me that intense, unyielding look.
The water streams down his bare chest, droplets sliding along the defined lines of his slight muscles.
For a moment, I think he's going to release me, but instead, he moves with a sudden, fluid motion, holding me up as if I weigh nothing.
Due to the sudden motion, I tightened my legs' grip, keeping them as tight as possible around his waist while he moved.
"Wha—?!" My cry of surprise is lost in the wet, echoing sounds of the shower.
He's still holding me, my legs wrapped around his waist, and before I can process what's happening, he carries me out of the bathroom.
Everything becomes a blur—the cool air hitting my wet skin, the world spinning around me as he strides forward.
The next thing I know, we're in the suite's main room.