WORSHIP HER

HIRAM’S POV:

“Let me help you,” I say, closing the space between us without a second thought.

As my chest presses against her back, an instant pull grips me, one I try to shake off. Reaching for the book above her, our hands touch briefly, and I feel her breath hitch beneath me, fighting against the same pull that’s threatening to drown us both.

She spins around just as I grasp the book. Our eyes lock, lingering longer than they should.

My heart pounds as every nerve electrifies by her nearness. I want her—God, how I want her—but it’s too soon.

What is this curse?

“Thank you,” she murmurs, snapping me out of her spell.

But then she leans in, her breasts brushing my chest as she reaches for the book, sending my body into overdrive. My hand catches her wrist the moment the book leaves my grip.

In one swift motion, I pin her hands against the shelf. My gaze roams over her body like a predator stalking its prey. Her breathing quickens, and I watch the rise and fall of her chest, the V-cut of her shirt teasing me, as if her breasts are begging to be freed.

“Professor—”

“No need to be formal,” I whisper, watching her skin prickle in response.

She swallows hard, her lips trembling as my knuckles brush across her face, tracing her smooth skin. She closes her eyes as her lips part slightly.

She wants this. She wants me, and the pull is undeniable.

But I—

Before I can finish my thought, her lips crash against mine, and a jolt of lust surges through me. Instinctively, my arm snakes around her waist, pulling her small body against me as I claim her mouth, tasting her, and losing myself in her.

Her lips part, and our tongues meet, tangling in a brief, intoxicating dance before I pull away with the both of us gasping for breath. The book falls from her hands, hitting the floor with a thud, but I barely notice. My eyes are locked on hers, and the little man beneath me is responding positively, longing to be buried in the warmth of her walls.

I can still remember how it feels. How she tastes. Damn it, I need more!

Without thinking, I lift her with one hand, carrying her to the table. Her body brushes against the wood as I set her down, and she stares at me like she is innocent, but I know she is fully aware of what she’s doing to me.

I glide my hands on her thighs, then I pull her against me, feeling her warmth radiate into my chest. When my lips brush against her neck, a low growl of desire rumbles in my throat. The taste of her skin awakens more of the insatiable hunger deep within me. Each kiss I plant along her collarbone sends shock waves through my body, urging me to devour her completely.

“mmh,” a soft moan escapes her little lips.

She leans into me, surrendering to my touch, and I can feel the heat radiating from her core, making me grow faster in my pants. My lips reach the soft skin just below her navel, lingering there as I slide my hands underneath her skirt, pulling her panties down her legs. With my eyes still locked on hers, I let my hands wander into her skirts, meeting with her moist core, which sends my body spiraling into untold emotions.

I drop to my knees at once, kissing her feet as if they were sacred ground. One that needs to be worshiped.

Oral sex with women has never been my forte, and I have never knelt before a woman, but for her. For her—

My mouth is wired shut as I part her thighs to reveal the beauty in between her legs, which further darkens my heart with the need to have her. She’s perfect.

My body reacts instantly.

I start with teasing kisses along her inner thigh, my mouth barely grazing her skin while she shivers underneath my lips. As I inch closer, my tongue flicks against her folds, the taste from last night flooding my sense. She responds with a gasp, arching her body towards me.

This fuels me, and I swirl my tongue around her sensitive clit, pressing against her with just the right amount of pressure. Her body responds instinctively, her hands tangling in my hair, urging me on.

I dive deeper, my tongue pushing into her warmth, curling just right as I probe the depths of her desire.

The sounds she makes are music to my ears.

I suck her clit between my lips, flicking it with my tongue, and soon all I can hear are her desperate pleas, which tell me how close she is. Her hips buck against my mouth, and I can feel her thighs trembling as I work her closer to the edge. I want to feel her unravel beneath me, to see the moment she loses control. Every flick of my tongue, every thrust I make, brings her closer.

Her taste drives me wild, pushing me to the brink of insanity as my body yearns for release alongside hers.

“Fuck,” she breathes in a sultry tone, which does nothing to help my situation.

I double my efforts, licking and sucking with a fervor that matches the raging need inside me.

And then, like a dam breaking, she comes undone. Her body trembles violently, her climax crashing over me like a tidal wave. The sound of her moans fills the air, pulling me deeper into my own desire as I taste her release, drinking her in as she writhes beneath me.

As I stand up, my hands find their place at her sides, pinning her against the table. The weight of our actions crashes into me, and I bury my face in her shoulder, fighting the conflicting emotions swirling inside.

“No one has ever done that to me before,” she breathes on my shoulders.

The words send a jolt of hunger through me, and my dick twitches in my pants, straining against the fabric. Damn it, I shouldn’t want this, but the thought of being her first ignites a fire I can’t control.

She runs her hands down my pants, and I nearly lose it as my mind paints a mental picture of her wrapping her tiny hands around my dick. Fuck! That warmth!

As I feel every ounce of restraint slipping away, I muster the strength to grab her hands, pinning them on the table, then I pull away from her, looking her in the eyes.

“Get out,” I say…