The Professor And His Mate

Consumed

(Selene)

I was still catching my breath when he flipped me onto my stomach, his body pressing into mine, heavy and warm. My pulse spiked. His hand slid down my back, his touch leaving a trail of fire in its wake. I shivered, my body already responding, already needing more.

His lips brushed against my ear. “I’m not done with you,” he whispered, his voice thick and low.

I moaned, pressing my hips back against him, feeling his hard c**k between my thighs. He groaned, his fingers gripping my waist, holding me still.

“You’re so greedy,” he murmured, his mouth trailing down my spine. “So needy.”

I whimpered, my body arching into his touch. I didn’t care if I sounded desperate. I was desperate. I wanted him again. I wanted him deeper. I wanted him to ruin me.

His hands moved to my ass, squeezing, spreading me open. I gasped, heat pooling low in my stomach. His fingers slid between my slick folds, teasing, stroking, making me tremble.

“You’re soaked,” he groaned. “You want me this bad already?”

“Yes,” I gasped. “Please.”

He chuckled darkly, his fingers slipping inside me. I clenched around him, my body pulsing with need. He curled his fingers, hitting that spot that made my legs shake, my breath hitch, and my body tense with pleasure.

“That’s it,” he murmured, pumping his fingers in and out, slow and deep. “Take it.”

I moaned, pressing my forehead into the mattress, gripping the sheets so tight my knuckles ached. The pleasure built fast, coiling tighter and tighter until I was shaking, already getting closer to the edge of release.

But then he pulled his fingers out.

I whined, turning my head to glare at him, but he only smirked, bringing his fingers to his mouth and sucking them clean. My breath caught. The way he looked at me—hungry, possessive, determined—made my entire body burn.

“On your hands and knees,” he ordered.

I obeyed without thinking, positioning myself the way he wanted, my body humming with anticipation.

He pressed his c**k against my entrance, teasing me, making me squirm. I pushed back, desperate to take him in, but he gripped my hips, holding me still.

“Say it,” he demanded.

I bit my lip, my face flushing. “Please,” I whispered.

He didn’t move.

“Please what?”

I swallowed hard. “Please, f**k me.”

He groaned, his fingers digging into my hips as he thrust forward, burying himself deep inside me. I gasped, my arms trembling, my entire body stretching to take him. He didn’t give me time to adjust. He pulled back and slammed into me again, setting a brutal pace that had me crying out, my body singing with pleasure.

“f**k,” he growled. “You feel so good.”

I could barely think, barely breathe. The only thing I could do was feel—feel the way he stretched me, filled me, consumed me. Every thrust sent pleasure through me.

He reached around, his fingers finding my clit, rubbing in tight, desperate circles. I choked on a scream, my body tightening, my pleasure reaching a fever pitch.

“c*m for me,” he ordered.

And I did.

My o****m crashed over me like a tidal wave, my entire body shaking, my walls clenching around him. He groaned, his thrusts turning erratic, desperate.

“f**k, Selene,” he gritted out, his body tensing behind me.

With one final thrust, he buried himself deep and came, his grip on my hips bruising, his breath ragged. He stayed inside me for a moment, his body pressed against mine, his heartbeat thudding in time with my own.

Then he pulled out, flipping me onto my back again.

I barely had time to catch my breath before his mouth was on me, his tongue flicking over my clit. My entire body jolted, my legs shaking, my core still pulsing from my o****m.

I tried to push him away, but he pinned my wrists to the mattress. “I’m not stopping,” he murmured against my skin.

I gasped, my back arching off the bed as he sucked my clit into his mouth. The overstimulation was almost too much, but at the same time, it felt so good I couldn’t even think about asking him to stop.

He licked, sucked, nipped, his fingers sliding inside me again, curling, stroking, pulling another o****m from me before I even had time to process the first one.

I cried out, my body shuddering as I came again, my legs trembling violently.

He finally let me go, crawling up my body and kissing me deeply. I tasted myself on his tongue, and it only made me want him more.

He was still hard.

I reached between us, wrapping my fingers around his c**k, stroking him, feeling the heat of him, the way he twitched under my touch.

His breath hitched, his eyes darkening.

“You want more?” he asked, his voice husky.

I nodded, guiding him to my entrance. “Always.”

He groaned, pushing inside me again, slow this time, letting me feel every inch of him stretching me all over again.

I moaned, wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling him closer. His lips found mine, soft and slow, the intensity from before replaced with something deeper, something more.

He rocked into me, deep and steady, his hands gripping my thighs, pulling me closer, holding me tighter. The pace was different this time, but just as consuming, just as overwhelming.

I felt every movement, every inch, every beat of his heart against mine.

We came together, bodies trembling, breaths ragged.

And when it was over, he didn’t move away. He stayed, holding me, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on my back.

I sighed, pressing my face into his chest, inhaling his scent.

“That was…” I trailed off, not even sure how to put it into words.

He chuckled, his arms tightening around me. “Yeah. It was.”

I closed my eyes, letting the warmth of him, the weight of him, ground me.

I wasn’t sure what this meant or where this was going.

But right now, I didn’t care.

Right now, I just wanted to stay like this.