Klayton allows my assault— for about five seconds only.

He gently pushes me away from him and my back is pressed up against a tree. His eyes are almost pitch black as he gazes up and down the length of my body. He presses his now slightly swollen lips into a tight line.

"You have no idea how hard this is for me," he breathes. "I want you so badly."

"Then why are you stopping?" I whisper into his ear. His eyes shut tightly and he braces himself against the tree before pushing off of it and turning around, looking anywhere but at me.

Klayton runs his hand through his hair and starts to pace. The pain is evident on his face. He must have really good self-control. Because at that moment all I could think about was him on top of me. I could even feel my body heat up under the imaginary pressure. The sensation started at my core until it reached my fingertips.

His hesitance suddenly made me hyperaware of my own body and I instantly felt shame; maybe he didn't want me.

Was I being too desperate?

My cheeks burned with embarrassment and I lowered my head. I unconsciously start to pout, my bottom lip sticking out.

Suddenly my back hit into the tree that Klayton had been grasping onto.

His body was flush against mine, and it only made the heat intensify between us. I thought he was going to kiss me, but instead, his hand reached for my mouth. He traced my bottom lip with his thumb. I still wasn't used to the unparalleled feeling of pleasure it brought me just to feel his skin on mine, and I leaned into him.

"Adira, you really shouldn't do that," he said with a sigh. His dead dipped forward and his forehead touched mine.

"Then make me stop," I whispered back.

And he did. He kissed me. But it wasn't the same as before. It was gentle; there was no rough urgency behind it this time.

Even with that light touch, I felt like I could feel every part of his lips on mine. I closed my eyes and tried to take in as much as I could; etching it into my mind. He grabbed my hand and my eyes fluttered open.

We started walking back the way we came.

"This has been too much for one night. I didn't want to tell you like this," he sighed. "Under pressure."

He continued to guide me back and his words hit hard.

How long was I supposed to wait?

When had he been planning to tell me?

My eyebrows scrunched up at the thought. I was paying little attention to him leading me back, but I was constantly aware of his hand. His rough palm fit perfectly in my hand— like it was meant to be there.

"I would have soon— it was nearly impossible for me to keep it from you this long," Klayton spoke as if he knew what I was thinking. Confusion struck through me.

Was that even possible?

"I can feel what you're feeling sometimes," he peered at me through his lashes. "Only when you are experiencing heightened emotions... It's part of the bond."

He looked at me anxiously, as if he was waiting for me to freak out or to have another meltdown. Instead, I let silence fill the air as I searched my brain for thoughts, and attempted to feel his emotions through the bond.

I came up empty-handed and with a little bit of a headache.

"Why can't I feel your emotions?" I ask him and stop walking as we were outside my apartment building now. I turn towards him and look up into his eyes, subconsciously still searching for any emotion to emit from him.

"Because you're human, I think."

At his words, my body instantly sags, and frustration fills me. I feel weak and I just want to give up. Why this, why me? Klayton looks pained but doesn't say anything. He gently takes my hand into his and leads me into the elevator of my building.

The confined space makes the air feel thick inside.

The heat I had felt in the woods returns from before.

Or did it ever really go away?

I ponder it the back of my head. I find myself unconsciously rubbing the inside of my thigh, needing some kind of release. The ping of the elevator door makes me jump; I hadn't realized that I had closed my eyes until they shoot open at the noise.

I'm instantly met with a pair of eyes that seem to darken with every second.

I am almost thrown out of the elevator and pushed against the wall.

He shifted his body against me and that was his giveaway. He was affected; he wanted me too. I slowly and rhythmically stroked my leg along his and he grabbed it and pulled it up around his waist. He wasn't kissing me, instead, his forehead was pressed against the wall beside me and he let out a low growl. He was giving in and it was exactly what I wanted.

His mouth met only mine moments later, and his lips on mine erased all my thoughts. This was pure instinct. The relentless pressure of his mouth on mine was intoxicating. I wanted more than anything at that moment for him to plunge inside me— the air in the hallway stilled— and a hot flash of heat covered my body.

His passionate kisses increased.

He held me tight to his body, wrapping his arms around my back. I could feel his hard cock against my stomach.

I needed to get closer to him, and I couldn't resist fondling his crotch. I wanted to feel his hardness, in more ways than one.

Stroking him through the material and kissing his plump lips turned me on more.

I enjoyed setting the pace, as I finally had control, even if it was only for a few seconds. I tried to keep up this frantic pace but Klayton wasn't going to let me take the lead anymore.

He grabbed my wrists and shoved them against the wall, right above the my head. A breath flew out of my lungs and came out like a strangled moan at the rough sensation.

"None of that now," He whispered sensually into my ear. I no longer had any control of the situation as he kept my arms in the air. Grinding together, his bulging pants teased me harder. This only resulted in my desire rising and more desperate to have him inside me.

Images of him thrusting hard as he slammed into me flashed through my mind. I bit my lip hard at the thought.

Leaning forward, I sucked on his lower lip until he caught the nape of my neck with his hand and pulled me in for a deeper kiss.

He breaks it off as he grinds into me, his cock rubbing against me. Suddenly, I can feel one of his hands creeping over my stomach and dipping down into my waistband.

I can feel his hands push down into my panties, and I gasp at the sensation of his cool hands touching my most sensitive parts.

"Yes, yes!" I couldn't help but quietly moan against his face.

His fingers push my folds open and he gently rubs the outside, teasing me. I'm writhing against him and quietly moaning his name into his ear, needing him to do something. His thumb lightly brushes against my clit and my hips almost buck at the action, a gasp emitting from my lips. Klayton crushes his mouth against mine as his hands work below.

Without much warning, he plunges a finger inside my warmth. At a steady pace, Klayton pumps his finger inside me. I gasp at the sensations pumping through my entire body; my body thrumming with the pleasure he is giving me. Klayton smiles as he sees me close my eyes due to the sensational feelings.

I watch him bite his lip and quicken his movements against me. His hand is relentlessly thrusting and I feel a building sensation in my core. He knows I'm close, and he seems to know exactly how to push me higher and over the top.

We're both wearing a thin sheen of sweat, and I feel the need to kiss him again. I stretch my neck back up to reach him. Instead, he knows my weak spot and attacks my neck. My moans erupt as I open my mouth with the pleasure he is giving me.

It is a powerful throb that I feel in my heart and belly, and he is not stopping for a second. Grabbing my breasts over my shirt, I come down from the high he has just given me. I am panting and, in my exhaustion, I barely manage to choke out any words.

"Klayton," my voice is quiet and coarse.

Holy shit, that was the best orgasm I have ever had.

His face becomes tight at my soft-spoken voice saying his name. He is clearly struggling, trying to control himself, as his dark eyes have not lightened. I grab his hand and drag him to my apartment, hoping to continue.

When the door swings open, I look back where he has stopped in the doorway.

"We can't Adira. This is too new to you," He sighs in frustration. "I don't think you're thinking straight. We have to wait until you're ready," He looks down at the carpet as if he doesn't want to believe himself.

"Why? It's not like I'm a virgin or anything," I regret the words as soon as they fly out of my mouth.

Klayton instantly tenses and goes to take a step toward me but stops himself. He looks angry, jealous, and I could almost see him visibly shaking.

He grabs his head in his hands and runs his hands through his somehow still perfect hair.

"Don't make me do something I will regret," He practically scolds and starts to walk away from the open door, making me stride towards him. He turns back and meets me halfway. He grabs my chin and lifts my head to his but instead of kissing my lips, his mouth connects with my forehead.

"I'll see you in class tomorrow, Adira." He says before stalking away.

I am left with my mouth hanging open. How could he leave?

My body was still pounding with need.

I sigh as I shut my apartment door. I'm now too energetic now to sleep, and it felt like I could feel the blood pumping through my veins. I walk around my apartment for what seems like hours before I sag against the door.

Sleep finally overcomes me as I lay on the floor. My eyes flutter open minutes later because I can feel him. I know he is there, right on the other side of the door. I debate throwing it open and attacking him but my eyes close again, comforted by the fact that he is there.

I woke up when I felt him leave at 7 am. He must be going to get ready for the lecture.

In all of this, I almost forgot that he was still my professor.

I decided I had a couple more hours of sleep, and this time I moved to my bed. Nothing was keeping me at my door any longer.

My back was sore, and I felt a roll of sickness pass through my stomach. I felt like I was going to vomit as I felt my forehead. It wasn't just warm, it was hot. I went to my frezzer and pulled out an ice pack, pressing it against my foreheard. I climb into my bed and quickly forgot about my pain, thankful for the relief of my mattress.

~

I woke with a start. I was breathing heavily, but my hint of the flu had seemingly disappeared. Instead, I was met with something far scarier. Klayton's black eyes shone into mine as he sat over me.

"Where were you?" He demanded.

He was mad.

I gazed into his eyes and realized that this mate thing was much more serious than I originally thought.

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