After class, Tom was still upset with me. He excused himself to his group, saying he needed to do something, while I told Alexia that I needed to go to the restroom. She insisted on coming with me, but I told her to go ahead, promising I would follow. Once she was out of sight, I quickly followed Tom, managing to find him in an empty corridor.
I looked around but didn't see him at first. Just as I was about to head back, a hand pulled me into an empty classroom. I was startled, but then I came face to face with Tom Riddle, his expression serious.
I smiled, reaching out to touch his face. "Why are you mad?" I asked softly.
He frowned, asking in a tense voice, "Why did you surrender?"
"I was getting tired," I replied, feeling the weight of his gaze. "It would take too long to finish this if we kept fighting." Our lips were so close that I could feel the heat radiating between us as his body pinned me against the wall.
"I didn't mean to offend you," I said, trying to soothe his annoyance. Yet, his irritation seemed to persist. As I stood there, breathless from the tension in the air, Tom's gaze bore down on me, a mixture of frustration and intensity flooding his dark eyes. I could feel the weight of the moment pressing down on us, and I knew I had to bridge the gap between us. I reached out, cupping his face with my hands, and leaned in, pressing my lips against his, softly at first. he then responded, kissing me back with fervor, as if everything else faded from existence. His lips were warm and insistent, moving against mine with a mix of urgency and hunger that sent electric shivers down my spine. There was a sweet, intoxicating taste of him like smoke and something mysterious drawing me in deeper.
As the kiss deepened, I felt a rush of exhilaration; every brush of his lips ignited a fire within me. My heart raced, beating in time with the rhythm of our kisses. I pressed closer, feeling the solidness of his body against mine, so confident and yet so delicate in this moment. His hands found my waist, pulling me nearer, fingers curling into the fabric of my blouse, as if he couldn't get enough.
The world outside the classroom faded away, leaving only the two of us lost in this stolen moment. I felt dizzy with longing, and my hands slid up to his hair, fingers tangling in his dark locks. I tugged gently, eliciting a soft groan from Tom. The sound sent a wave of heat coursing through me, and I deepened the kiss, brushing my tongue against his lips, silently inviting him to explore further.
He took my cue, his tongue meeting mine in a passionate dance, sliding against each other in a heated exchange that made my heart race even faster. I could feel the tension swirling around us, moving like an electric current, catching fire as our kisses became more fervent and demanding. I lost myself in the rhythm, forgetting everything except the intoxicating connection we were sharing.
Tom's hands began to wander, slipping beneath my blouse, his fingers grazing my skin with a feather-light touch that made my breath hitch. He explored the curve of my waist, inching upward to my ribs, then gently pressing me back against the wall. The coolness of the stone contrasted with the heat radiating from our bodies, creating an exhilarating tension.
Every moment felt charged; I could feel his heart pounding against mine, a shared pulse that echoed the chaos and excitement swirling around us. I gasped softly as he leaned into me, trailing kisses along my jawline, moving down to my neck. The sensation of his lips against my skin sent shivers through me, each kiss leaving a lingering warmth that ignited my senses.
"Tom," I whispered breathlessly, but my voice came out as barely more than a sigh. He paused for a moment, his lips hovering over my pulse, and I could sense the dark clashing emotions within him—desire mixing with his earlier frustration.
"Why do you insist on making this complicated?" he murmured, his voice low and gravelly, sending vibrations straight through me. Yet even in his annoyance, there was a hunger that mirrored my own.
Before I could answer, he captured my lips once more, more fiercely this time. His hands, ever so deft, began to unbutton my blouse with deliberate slowness, each pop of the buttons heightening my anticipation. There was an urgency wrapped in his movements, a need to shed layers—both physical and emotional.
As the fabric slipped apart, I felt exposed yet somehow powerful, and I leaned into him, emboldened. His hands moved to my shoulders and then down my arms, tracing the outlines of my form, the cool air mixing with the warmth of his skin. He pushed the open fabric aside, revealing my bra, and the way his eyes darkened with desire made my breath catch
His mouth found its way down to my collarbone, planting open-mouthed kisses that ignited a trail of fire across my skin. I moaned softly, tilting my head back to offer him more access, my fingers still tangled in his hair as I pulled him closer. It was intoxicating—the way he touched me, as though he was both cherishing and claiming me all at once.
In a sudden, fluid motion, Tom stepped back slightly, his gaze sweeping over me as if he was memorizing every detail. "You're so stunning," he breathed, the sincerity in his voice cutting through the heady haze of desire. His words wrapped around me like a warm embrace, making butterflies erupt in my stomach.
"Tom, please," I managed to whisper, needing him back against me, but before I could pull him into me, he was kissing me again, this time with an urgency that made my head spin. He pressed against me once more, the warmth of his body enveloping me as his hands moved to the small of my back, pressing me into him with a possessive tenderness.
I could hear the faint sounds of the students outside, oblivious to the storm of passion brewing within this locked classroom. But as the voice of a first-year echoed through the hallway, shouting about needing a professor because there classroom was locked, reality crashed in, cutting through our intimate bubble.
Panic surged through me as I glanced toward the door, realizing how exposed we were. "Tom," I gasped, worry etching into my features. The seconds stretched like hours as we both recognized the precariousness of our position
His brows furrowed in frustration, though I could see the trace of desire still flickering in his depths. "We need to—" he began, but I interrupted, already sensing the urgency.
"Quickly, let's clean up!" I urged, adrenaline kicking in as I began to straighten my clothes, my hands shaking slightly. The heady moments of passion were quickly overshadowed by the looming reality of being caught.
Tom took a deep breath, visibly annoyed at having to stop, but the determination in his eyes flickered. He turned to me, our eyes locking for a moment, lingering in the charged tension before we both faced the task ahead. As we rushed to put ourselves back together, there was an unspoken understanding; this was just the beginning, even if the moment had been interrupted.
while walking at the hallway , I turned to him, uncertain. "Are we okay now?"
He looked at me, a smirk slowly creeping across his face, softening his earlier hostility. "Yeah, we're fine. But don't think you've escaped that favor," he teased, leaning in unexpectedly to capture my lips in another quick kiss.
As we glanced around the empty hallway, a spark of mischief flickered in his eyes, and I couldn't help but laugh. "Of course," I replied