Her own arousal.
Warm. Sweet and embarrassingly potent.
Theo’s eyes widened, and her entire soul nearly left her body. Theo slapped a hand over her mouth, mortified, staring up at him with a shock so intense she could barely breathe.
Sylas’s gaze dropped to her reaction imdiately, his pupils blown wide, "Venom," he rasped, his voice almost unrecognisable, "Why are you..."
Her blush reached her ears, and she turned her face away, but his fingers slid beneath her chin, pulling her firmly back to him.
"Say it," he murmured, his voice low enough to lt bone, "Tell what you slled,"
Theo’s breath broke, "M-my... my scent,"
"And?" His thumb stroked once across her jaw, "You realised I slled it too,"
Her heart was a panicked drumbeat, "Yes,"
"Is that why you’re trembling?" He asked again.
She couldn’t even hide it.
He breathed out a shaky, guttural sound that made her knees buckle, "And this is the first ti," he said slowly, as if pulling the truth out of her soul, "that a man has ever caught your scent... isn’t it?"
Theo’s eyes fell shut, humiliation and heat rolling through her all at once, "Yes," she finally whispered, he voice barely audible.
That single word wrecked him.
Completely.
His hand tightened around her waist. His breath hitched. His head dipped as though he was fighting instinct with everything inside him. He inhaled again, sharply and uncontrollably, then another growl tore loose from his chest.
"Gods, Venom," His forehead pressed to hers, his voice shaking with hunger and restraint, "You’re... you’re going to destroy ,"
She didn’t know what to say.
She didn’t know how to survive the way he was looking at her.
"S...sylas..." she whispered.
He shuddered.
"You have no idea," he murmured, his voice rough silk, "What it does to a wolf... to be the first man to sll his woman’s desire,"
Her breath hitched violently, and she almost squealed. Did he just call her...his woman?
"And you have no idea," he added, "how hard it is not to take another breath right now,"
This man right here, was going to be the end of her. His words and his actions were having this effect on her - effects that she didn’t know soone could feel.
Effects that were going to undo her - scratch that.
Effects that had undid her.
And when he retook her lips, she wrapped her hands around his neck and gave it everything she got. She tried to match his nerve-racking rhythm, she tried to also burn the mory of her into him the sa way he was doing to him, and she held on with the sa intensity he did - not letting go.
He growled again, and she felt her back against the wall. He was firm, but gentle enough not to hurt her in any way.
Sylas tilted her head and deepened the kiss, making her whimper against the onslaught of senseless desire overwhelming her.
She tasted like sothing lush, ripe and intoxicating, and he purred against the kiss, "You taste like sothing I shouldn’t touch," He said against her lips, "Like wild Jasmine set on fire, and I want to devour it whole,"
He kissed her again.
Then his hand travelled down to her neck. She gasped as he trailed a path around her bare skin, his fingers dragging and setting a path of what felt like cold heat flaring through her veins.
Sylas had the insane urge to go down there and let his lips follow the path of his fingers, but he couldn’t tear himself off her lips. The mont he had let go and allowed himself to kiss her, he had lost the raging battle.
She tasted too good. And the addiction had settled and mixed with his soul.
Since he couldn’t seem to get his mouth to go any further down, he let his hand continue down the road of that satisfaction. She gasped with each trail of his touch, his touch setting her nerves alive.
Her toes curled, and she gripped him even harder.
Her fingers traced over her collarbone, forcing her to exhale sharply. He was taking his sweet ti with everything he was doing, savouring every bit of her reaction - every moan, every whimper, every helpless cry.
It drove him wild. More wild than he thought he could ever feel.
Theo held her breath against the kiss, her focus wavering as his hands inched even lower. It was like he was touching her bare skin, even though she was wearing a shirt - and his fingers gently traced over the roundness of her breasts.
She gripped him harder. So tight her knuckles whitened.
And when he did cupped a breast, her eyes rolled to the back of her head and she almost slipped to the ground as every ounce of strength left her.
Sylas watched her hungrily, wanting to take more from her, to feel her even more. He softly squeezed the mound in his hands, and Theodora threw her head, "Pro... professor...," She moaned, biting her lips again.
"That’s not my na," He rasped against her lips, squeezing them again.
She squeezed her thighs even tighter. She couldn’t believe what was happening. Inside his office. The sa man she had sworn to keep off his lane, after she had arrived in this school.
Sylas had to be at least seventeen years older than her, and yet here she was, burning for him. Yearning for more of him. Waiting for him to unravel her even more.
Even her wolf was now as senselessly overwheld with pleasure as she was.
"Say my na, Venom," He bit her lower lip.
"S...Sylas," She moaned.
"Again," He pinched a nipple.
"Sylas!" She cried as sothing so insanely heavy and indescribable slamd into her with a force she couldn’t comprehend. Every deepening pleasure spiralled to heights that shot right through the roof, and her body shuddered heavily against his, her hands slipping from his body like she was about to go numb.
Stars exploded at the back of her head. She forgot who she was. Everything just turned into sparks.
The Feeling was imasurable.
By the ti she finally rode out of the feeling and her blurry vision ca back to normal, she caught Sylas’s gaze fixed on her.
He was staring.
Too deeply. Too obsessively.
Like he had never seen sothing so special, delicate and sexy.
"Oh Venom," He said, dragging a hand through his hair, "What do I do with you? Did you really just cum from that?"
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