As the music swirled around us, Jack extended his hand to me, his eyes gleaming with affection. "Let's go, babe," he said, his voice low and inviting.
I nodded, placing my hand in his as he pulled me into the center of the dance floor. His hands found their place on my waist while mine rested on his broad shoulders. The moment we began to move, we were lost in the rhythm, our bodies swaying together in perfect harmony.
The world around us faded away. It was just Jack and me, moving to the beat, wrapped in each other's presence. The lights in the room shifted between soft greens, blues, and reds, casting an otherworldly glow over everything. It felt intoxicating, as though the very air had become a living, breathing force between us.
But deep down, I knew this wasn't just the magic of the prom or the music. It was something more—something I had read about in the book. The pheromones. The ones my body naturally emitted, drawing Jack closer, pulling him into a state where desire overwhelmed everything else. I had read about how it worked, how these pheromones could affect the minds of those near me. And now, it was happening. Sooner or later, it would have, no matter what.
Maybe Dad knew. Maybe that's why he always forbade me from getting too close to boys, why he was always so cautious. But none of that mattered now. Jack was mine, and I wanted him, too. I wanted to feel his warmth, his closeness, and let everything else melt away.
Jack's grip tightened around me, his eyes dark with desire. He leaned in, unable to resist, and kissed me right there on the dance floor. It wasn't a gentle kiss. It was urgent, fueled by the heat between us. And I didn't stop him. I let him kiss me, let the fire between us grow. The lights around us shifted, enhancing the allure of the moment, making it feel like we were in a world of our own.
But then, I felt it—something shifting inside me, a surge of power that told me to stop. I pulled away gently, our breaths heavy and ragged, but Jack wasn't ready to let go. He pulled me back into his embrace, his warmth wrapping around me like a cocoon.
I met his eyes, seeing the intensity there, and realized that pushing him away now would be impossible. Not with the pheromones coursing through the air, making it hard for either of us to think straight.
Without a word, I grabbed his hand and led him away from the dance floor. My heart pounded in my chest as I glanced around, searching for a place where we could be alone. Finally, I found it—an empty room tucked away from the others. I pulled Jack inside and locked the door behind us.
For a moment, we just stood there, the silence thick between us, broken only by our heavy breathing. His eyes never left mine, and I could feel the pull, the desire that neither of us could resist any longer.
Jack held me close, his arms wrapped around me as we shared a deep connection. I could feel the intensity of his emotions in the way he looked at me—gentle yet passionate.
We sat together, wrapped in each other's warmth, talking in hushed tones as the outside world seemed to disappear. The closeness between us was undeniable, but more than anything, it was about trust and affection. Jack's touch was tender, and I felt a sense of security being with him, knowing that we both cared deeply for each other.
As we shared quiet moments, the bond between us grew stronger, not because of passion alone, but because we understood each other in ways words couldn't express.
Jack kissed on my neck and lifted my waist little bit..
In a second he pushed him inside me. I arched myself and moaned with pleasure. His pace was forcing me to moan crazily. Within a minute, we both turned into a crazy bird. we were flapping crazily. The melody of the music and our moans blended deeply.
Adrian's POV
As Adrian stood talking with the professor, a sudden wave of rage swept over him, interrupting the conversation. His hand clenched around the glass he was holding, and in an instant, it shattered. Pieces of glass fell to the floor, mirroring the storm that brewed inside him.
"Mr. Adrian, are you alright?" the professor asked, startled.
Adrian didn't respond, his thoughts elsewhere. He gave the professor a curt nod before storming out of the room, barely noticing the stares that followed him. His footsteps echoed sharply down the hallway, his mood dark and dangerous.
"Mr. Adrian!" a soft voice called from behind.
Adrian paused. He didn't need to turn around to recognize the voice—it was Malina, one of his students. He turned to face her slowly, his expression unreadable.
Malina stepped closer, her eyes full of admiration. "Mr. Adrian, will you be my partner? I know you're my teacher, but I really like you," she confessed, her voice trembling with both excitement and nervousness.
Adrian regarded her with a cold smile, a mixture of amusement and something darker flickering in his gaze. "Do you even know what you're saying, girl?" he asked, his voice smooth and calculating.
Malina blushed, clearly flustered, but she held her ground. "I-I'm serious. I really like you, Mr. Adrian," she repeated, her sincerity evident.
Adrian tilted his head slightly and reached out, gently brushing her cheek with his fingers. "So," he said, his tone almost mocking, "if I agree, what will you give me in return?"
Malina's eyes widened in surprise, and her cheeks flushed a deeper shade of red. She smiled, thinking she had a chance. "Anything, Mr. Adrian," she said breathlessly. "I'll give you anything."
Adrian's smile widened, but it didn't reach his eyes. He leaned in slightly, his voice dropping to a whisper, "Anything?"
She nodded eagerly, her excitement bubbling over.
Adrian chuckled darkly and straightened up. "Then let's see what you're willing to give," he said, his tone dangerously smooth. Without another word, he turned and motioned for her to follow him, leading her down the hallway and out of sight.
Malina followed, unaware of the trap she was walking into.