~RYAN'S POV
"I'M SORRY. I'M RYAN. RYAN HALLOW."
My tongue feels heavy in my mouth as I speak to her and my name sounds shallow to my ears, but my heart... 180 beats per minute.
My Professor just sits across from me looking like she just walked out of my most secret fantasies. I guess in a way she did.
Her level gaze lands on me as I take my seat across her. Her gaze descends for a moment to arrange some scattered manuscripts on the wide flat-top and my brain does a jig.
My eyes immediately roam over her sitted frame. Hell! I had never had such an instant hard-on. It was like magic. Her eyes are lowered but from the cute rim of her glasses, I can make out a fine brush of brown lashes and a liquid gray gaze. My eyes sweep to her neck and my lips go between my teeth.
Casselba was one very sexy woman. A very vivid and provocative image flashes in my head and my erection pushes like a rock. Her brown skin was mesmerizing—lush like honey, and Lord Almighty...her tits...
She abruptly lifts her eyes.
I immediately go red as a berry. I instantly hide my face and pray my rogue blond waves hide some of the blush. She just gives me a knowing smile. I smile back and then I feel it.
...Our connection, washing across the polished surface of her desk like a warm spray between us. Her eyes tells me she feels it too. When my gaze lowers to her lips, she immediately clears her throat and looks away.
"How can I help you?" she says.
That's when I discover I had nothing. Nothing to say. My brain had being on so much overdrive it just moved my legs straight to her office. So I just stare at her. My eyes must have done something because she looks down, fumbling once more with the papers on her desk.
Suddenly, a brilliant thought fills my head.
I open my mind, reaching out to hers. Her posture shifts a little. When her eyes meets mine, glowing like little sparks of electricity behind the transparent lens of her spectacles, I know I did not imagine it.
She slowly sighs and I follow the soft motion of her lips. Her hands move to her face and manicured fingers grasp the frame of her glasses, pulling it off. As she pulls it away, it moves with her hair and a glorious bronze wave tumbles down.
I still haven't replied her question but I don't care. Staring at Casselba Crane was enough.
She moves to arrange back her hair. In an instant, I lean across the table and clasp her hands. She freezes at my boldness but doesn't push me away. I stare hard into her eyes, wishing she would just open her mind to me so that she could feel what I felt for her.
"I know, Casselba," I whisper to her.
Her name sounds so enchanting on my lips and she peers so deep with stormy eyes into mine, and I almost fall in. Her eyes were hypnotic. They turned amber when she felt emotions, and right before me, at my words, the orbs begin to darken from the stormy gray to a splendid amber.
A Canine Eyes.
She must have seen my widening eyes because she instantly pulls away. My hands drop to the table surface, breaking whatever progress I had been making with her mind. She slams the door in my face—so to speak.
She rises to her feet and turns away from me, looking to the side at a spectacular mural on the adjacent wall of her office. I calmly stride across to her and stand silently at her side.
I feel her heat warm beside me and breathe her glorious scent all around me. I could feel all she had to give; Power, Brilliance, Seduction, Dominance.
All of her was beautiful. Beautiful Casselba Crane. I also knew why she pushed me away. I was human and she was not—not entirely.
She must have figured out I knew. If our uncanny telepathic connection didn't tell me enough, her amber eyes that glowed earlier surely crossed the dots. If she just opened her mind to me, she would feel my heart, and know nothing would make me see her less. I don't get what she is but I knew I wouldn't leave even if I did.
Hell! Her mystery only made her hotter.
I still stand silent at her side as we both stare quietly at the mural: a shadowy depiction of a man with his head on a woman's lap. Her hand is in his hair so I presume 'Samson and Delilah'.
When I look down at the name plaque, I am stunned. The painting bears no reference to any biblical character. It's 'Cleopatra and Marcus Antonius'. Another forbidden romance that ended badly.
I could clearly see why Casselba denied me entrance into her mind. The mural before us reflected our passion; forbidden, maddening, and terrifyingly hot. The intensity of our need for each other was choking; as if we would die if we didn't indulge our desires.
It was an addiction, powerful and dangerous.
Her eyes screamed to me and her chocolate skin drowned my thoughts. The urge to always be around each other filled our minds, hence the psychic link. Our minds had found a way to assure each other that we were safe.
I am still locked in my thoughts when Casselba turns to me. I feel her eyes, now gray once more light on me. She lifts her hands to my face. Her fingers run softly over my hair and I lean into her palm. If anyone walked in right now, she would be immediately fired. But we didn't care.
We could not stop feeling what we felt. It was just there. Primal and constant. She moves to pull her hand away but I grab her wrist.
"Open up to me, Casselba," I whisper, my voice sounding so light across the quiet office.
"I can't," she says and pulls away.
I immediately knew what I had to do. If she didn't want to, it only meant she was subduing the need to. I just had to make her need more.
Her back is turned to me with her enticing ass directly facing my ravenous eyes. I move slowly until I stop just behind her. My height brings my chin up to her hair and I inhale deeply against the luxurious black strands.
My charcoal denim brushes against her skirt from behind and I hear her gasp. Good. I needed her to trust me so I gently place my hand on her hips. I immediately growl deep in my throat at her softness. I was dangerously skirting the boundaries of my own control. If I didn't make her comply quickly, I would be the one submitting to her and not the other way around.
"Open up to me," I whisper again, this time directly over her ear.
My breath tickles her skin and blows softly on her dark hair. She doesn't move.
I abruptly grab on the folds of her black skirt and yank her back to me.
"Feel what you do to me!"
Her ass immediately slams into my full cock and both of us groan at our own lust.
"It's not normal," she rasps, clearly trying to dissolve the hot desire between us.
"Fuck yeah, it's not!" I growl back.
I feel my cock stirring, reaching for the welcome heat just beneath her damn skirt.
She turns around and I push into her until her ass hits the edge of her desk. Grabbing her waist, I lift her onto the polished brown surface.
My hands immediately clear the table and all the manuscripts clatter to the floor. She looks down but I put my hands to her chin, bringing her face back to me.
Her eyes slowly start to color into the rich golden I am beginning to love and I hold our gaze, our eyes burning into each other.
In that moment, we were no longer Professor and Student but two people with fast-beating hearts tugging towards each other.
Out of nowhere, I feel it; her thoughts rushing like the ocean into mine. The walls of her mind crash down and I feel an overwhelming sensation flood my head. Her memories wash into my head and mine swirls around hers.
A refreshing wave flows all over my body and it is greater than a GHB high. Gods! I muse, scientists really needed to discover how to sync two human minds. The result of our linked connection was euphoria, and the effect was even better.
Our eye connection remains unbroken as our thoughts meld together. She was still hiding somethings from me. I knew that because I still didn't know exactly what she was, but I was content. Her deep amber eyes alone were a healthy sustenance.
One thing I felt clearly though was her pull; the tug of her desire. Her scent floods my senses and as her gilded eyes dazzle me.
Just when I begin to respond, she slams the door back in my face. I am instantly sent out of her mind back into my own head. The feeling is... disappointing.
I immediately growl and fierce brown eyes swirl on hers. She moves to climb down the table but I soften my eyes, giving her my best puppy stare. I know she loves it. I used the brief time spent in her head to gather what I could.
She smiles at this and the sight of her plump mouth, pink all over has my head swirling again.
I move in, seeing my chance. A brief moment when her brilliant mind wasn't accessing all the do's and dont's of our relationship. Her lips move over mine and our suppressed hunger immediately takes over.
My hands fist her hair as I kiss her fiercely. Possessively.
Hard.
She moans so soft into me and I deepen our kiss, my tongue sinking into her mouth. Her flesh is hot against mine and I move further between her legs. Her thighs spread on the desk and her sexy black stilettos tickle my calves.
Everywhere I touch her, I feel currents running through my veins, and I want to feel more.
I grow bold and my hand moves to her ass. I fist the supple weight and she whimpers. She instantly grabs hold of my hand, stopping further movement but not breaking the kiss.
Her hot body is like liquid fire on my skin. It's damn near volcanic. I feel my hunger taking over, the need in me pushing hard to the surface.
I instantly pull away.
"You are mine!" I growl against her hot mouth, mad with lust at the sight of her lips rosy from our kissing.
Her eyes light on mine like melted honey and I kiss her harder. Fiercer. When my hand moves to her ass again, she doesn't stop me.
The office atmosphere right then could rival an electrical storm. Our hands are all over. I can't get enough of her glorious scent, her perfect bow-shaped lips, her pear tits, her caramel skin.
My mouth digs hot into the smooth sweep of her neck and I devour her.
I want her with a wild hunger. This hot ingenious woman that had plagued my thoughts before I even knew her. The way she moves and moans into me... gods above!... Her fucking provocative curves. Casselba Crane was a golden-eyed Enchantress and I was her errant young ward.
My fingers disappear under her skirt and I feel skin so soft I growl in wonder. Our breaths come in pants as I devour my beautiful mysterious professor on her office desk.
My hands are wild on the softness of her brown skin when three loud raps sound on the door. We don't stop.
...We can't stop.
Her skin is like chocolate, a hypnotic shade I want to taste forever. I want to bury myself deep into her tight heat over and over.
I drag her to me, lifting her clear off the table. Her heels click sharp as I slowly lower her. She barely finds her footing before I turn her over. I bend her over the desk and her ass pushes back perfectly to me.
The sight alone sends me rough. My hand immediately lands sharp on a smooth asscheek. We are both shocked at my boldness but I couldn't help it. Casselba was just too damn sexy.
The knocks come again but we are so gone with lust we don't care to stop. I kneel to the floors behind her. I roughly push apart her legs and I spot her bite down on her lips.
I yank at her skirt, pushing it up to her waist. Her mulatto skin drugs me once more and I smack her ass again. She moans hard, sending her head flat on the desk surface.
I roughly drag away her panties and the soft material immediately vanishes into my jean pocket. Her scent makes me hazy, like a languid fire burning over skin even as my cock threatens to rip the seams of my briefs. Our bodies speak only one language.
Chemistry.
I had never seen my cock rise so big before. It was like it was preparing itself to take on the wonderful woman before me. I palm her ass again. Why did she torment me so? This forbidden, furtive sex goddess.
I move closer to her open legs, heading straight for her sweet wet pussy when the door of the office suddenly flies open...
Time seems to stand still—literally. The slowly opening door... My face between her legs... Our uncontrolled need electrifying the room.
I watch with wide eyes as a man in a crisp black suit strides in. Casselba instantly lifts up, fumbling hurriedly with her skirt. I stand slowly and come face to face with the only other man in the room.
My father.