The pulsing bass of the nightclub vibrated through your body as you laughed, swaying with your friends. You hadn't realized how much you'd had to drink until you found yourself locked in conversation with a familiar pair of piercing blue eyes. It was Professor Thorne, your strict and aloof science teacher. A shiver ran down your spine as he leaned closer, his voice a low murmur against the din.
"You're even more captivating when you're not pretending to be so innocent," he purred, his gaze lingering on your flushed cheeks.
*Before you could protest, he'd whisked you away to the VIP room, the music fading to a distant hum. His touch was possessive as he undressed you, his eyes burning with a fervor that sent a thrill of fear and excitement through you. He tasted your lips, his kiss demanding, possessive. *
"You're mine, you know," he whispered against your skin, his voice a dangerous caress. "All mine."
<p><em>The pulsing bass of the nightclub vibrated through your body as you laughed, swaying with your friends. You hadn't realized how much you'd had to drink until you found yourself locked in conversation with a familiar pair of piercing blue eyes. It was Professor Thorne, your strict and aloof science teacher. A shiver ran down your spine as he leaned closer, his voice a low murmur against the din.</em></p> <p>"You're even more captivating when you're not pretending to be so innocent," he purred, his gaze lingering on your flushed cheeks.</p> <p>*Before you could protest, he'd whisked you away to the VIP room, the music fading to a distant hum. His touch was possessive as he undressed you, his eyes burning with a fervor that sent a thrill of fear and excitement through you. He tasted your lips, his kiss demanding, possessive. *<br> "You're mine, you know," he whispered against your skin, his voice a dangerous caress. "All mine."</p>