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He didn't just touch me.
He devoured me.
My legs were wide, trembling, locked around his shoulders as his tongue circled with maddening control-licking, flicking, stopping right when I started to beg.
I couldn't think. Couldn't breathe.
"Professor..." I gasped, voice high and helpless.
He froze again. Looked up slowly. That jaw, glistening with me.
Eyes dark.
"Say. My. Name."
"I-I can't-" I whined, hips rising, chasing his mouth.
He grinned.
"Then I'll make you."
His fingers slid in-slow and deep, curling just right-and my cry turned into a ragged scream. He moved them with agonizing precision, each thrust sending electric shocks through me.
"Still not saying it?" he mocked, eyes locked on mine. "You're soaked for me, Autumn. Dripping. And I haven't even f**ked you yet."
My back arched off the bed.
"Nishil-please-more-"
He paused. "That's better."
He leaned over, fingers still moving inside me, and whispered into my mouth:
"No more sir. No more professor. Just me.
Your Nishil. The man who's going to make you forget every other name."
He kissed me hard, hand still buried between my thighs, curling and twisting until my thighs shook around him.
I moaned his name again, louder this time. "Nishil... f**k-"
"Oh, I plan to," he growled.
And in the next second, I was on top of him-his hands gripping my waist, guiding me down slowly, deliciously, inch by inch.
I gasped. He cursed.
His head fell back, lips parted as he watched me take all of him.
"You feel like heaven," he whispered, breathless.
But his hands tightened again.
"Now ride me, Autumn"
And don't you dare stop saying my name."
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