Ashlyn's POV
The room was quiet, save for the soft hum of the solitary light above, casting faint shadows across the empty classroom. My breathing was ragged as I lay sprawled on the desk, my body trembling under his touch.
Xavier stood between my legs, his presence dominating and impossible to ignore. His fingers dug into the soft flesh of my thighs, his grip firm yet deliberate. Every stroke of his manhood inside me sent a jolt of sensation through me, and I couldn’t stifle the moan that escaped my lips, echoing in the surrounding silence.
His gaze locked with mine, intense and unwavering, as he leaned closer, his hands trailing higher, teasingly slow. “Ashlyn,” he murmured, his voice low and commanding. “You have no idea what you do to me.”
I swallowed hard, unable to form a co
