Thorne 
Her lips were tender, like a drug I was already addicted to, each kiss more intoxicating than the last. Her soft, clean, slightly powdery scent enveloped me, driving me insane with desire. I pulled her closer, my hands instinctively sliding down to grip her thighs, lifting her effortlessly until she was straddling my lap.
I could feel myself growing harder with every touch, her warmth pressing against me, heightening my arousal. We paused, the world narrowing to just the two of us, the sound of our heavy breaths mingling in the air. My fingers brushed against her delicate cheek, feeling the softness of her skin, while my thumb traced the 'one of her jaw.
Her light blue eyes locked onto mine, a mix of uncertainty and desire swirling within them. Her breath hitched, lips parted slightly, and I could feel her heartbeat racing in sync with my own.
I was tempted beyond reason, my need for her overwhelming. Her hands moved across my chest, her touch both hesitant and demanding. Her eyes met mine, wide and pleading, begging for more without saying a word.
"What do you want, flower?" I whispered, my voice rough with desire. I held her chin gently, forcing her to keep her gaze locked on mine, not allowing her to look away.
She opened her mouth, but no words came out. Her breaths were quick and shallow, her body speaking louder than any words could. She was asking me to take her, to claim her, to pin her to my bed and make her mine.
"Tell me..." I urged, my lips brushing against her ear, feeling her shiver against me.
"You..." she breathed, barely a whisper, her voice trembling with need.
"You don't know what you're asking for, flower," I warned, my grip on her tightening, my control slipping. 
"I might not be able to stop myself."
"Please..." she begged, her eyes heavy with lust, her body arching closer, desperate for my touch.
The rain continued to spit against the window, the room cold and dark, but all I could feel was the heat between us. Our breaths mingled, hot and fast, despite the chill in the air. I wasn't drunk. I was fully aware, fully conscious, and fully fucking ready to take her right there.
I pulled her closer, our lips crashing together once more, this time with a fierceness that spoke of our shared desire and hunger. The kiss was deep and intense, a mingling of breath and need, each of us craving more of the other. 
Her chest pressed against mine, her soft curves molding to my body, fueling the fire burning inside me. I could feel her heart pounding against my ribs, a wild rhythm that matched my own 
God, I wanted her. I wanted to feel every inch of her, to taste every part of her. My hands slid down her back, pressing her closer, as if I could somehow fuse her body with mine. 
And yet, I wondered if she knew what she was asking for, if she understood just how far I was willing to go, how much I wanted to consume her she possibly lately
 
My hands trailed on her back unhooking her bra. Her curves felt perfect under my hands, calling to me with an irresistible allure. The heat between us was electric, and as I explored every inch of her, it was clear that the connection we shared was powerful and uncontainable. 
My kisses trailed down her neck, each touch accentuated by her intoxicating scent that wrapped around me, deepening the connection between us. Until I reached her breast. I didn't stop myself from tasting them. Sweet and addictive, the taste and sweetness of her—fuck, it was so perfect.
She wasn't a noisy one, but gasps and little moans were adorable, not wanting to stop. Enjoying the sweet taste of her nipples as my hand plays the other. I paused, glancing at her. 
“You're adorable,” I whispered, pressing her gently onto the couch. Her cheeks flushed deep red, and she hid her face, turning away from me.
I tilted her chin up with a gentle touch, my breath hot against her skin. 
“Don’t shy away now,” I said, leaning in to capture her lips in a slow, burning kiss, filled with intense, lingering desire.
I started devouring every inch of her body as my hands crawled inside her, she's already wet. 
I smirked “Already turned on?” I teased. 
She looked away, teasingly rubbing her clit, she looked away gasping with her cute moans. 
“I told you not to cover your face didn't I?”
I slid one finger inside her as she clenched her teeth, moaning. I was enjoying her reactions as I played her inside, I claimed her lips, as our tongue fought, my finger continued to go in and out of her. 
She didn't contain herself as she orgasms on my finger. She looked away, her cheeks flushed with a hint of shame. Her breaths came in rapid, uneven gasps.
“You did well,” I murmured, my voice low and satisfied.
“I-I…” she stammered, her breaths coming unevenly.
I let out a soft chuckle, leaning in close and whispering, “I know we’re not done.”
I removed my shirt and unbuckled my belt, watching her shocked expression as she tried to look away. Leaning in closer, I let my lips graze her ear.
“Try not to be too loud,” I whispered teasingly, gently nipping at her earlobe. “We wouldn’t want to wake everyone up.”
I took her in slowly, noticing her wince and the surprise in her eyes. 
“You’re a virgin!?” I asked, my voice tinged with disbelief.
She managed a soft hum in response, unable to fully speak.
 I whispered reassuringly, 
“I’ll be gentle.”
I slowly moved inside her as I groaned so fucking perfect. I held her waist firmly, picking up the pace slightly. Her gasps and moans became music to my ears, fueling my desire and making me yearn for more. It was so tight as if it was calling for me. It's perfect. I can't help but to groan.I leaned down devouring her breast as I moved in and out. 
“Ohh... God—Thorne..."
My manhood twitched, as she whispered my name, her voice pleading, and I moved in response, feeling an overwhelming connection. I groaned, overwhelmed by the perfection of the moment, as if her body was made just for me.
Her moaning was audible, I withdrew, I turned her facing below, As I entered her from behind her, as I moved in and out, she covered her face on one of the pillows of the couch. 
“Faster.... Oh God!”
I smirked as I leaned towards her. “This is what you like, hmm? fucking you from behind?” My hands crawled towards her neck, gripping it firmly as I moved in and out from behind her. 
Her gasps turned into moans as she buried her face into the little pillows on the couch. 
“Oh, Thorne, oh God!” she yapped. 
I slapped her butt cheeks as I heard her moan “What a naughty girl you are, I told you to hush, didn't I?” 
My movements were rapid, as my body was hot, almost at my limit but I kept my composure, teasingly and moving her inside, her insides were tugging my d!ck. 
"Fuck, Zaira!" 
I moved faster, my mind was clouded, pushing and pulling, her cries were still audible but it's not enough to wake everyone up. Her moaning as she pleads turns me on. Giving her what she wants.
I leaned closer still moving inside as her moans louder. I grabbed her buttocks slamming myself between her, her body arched as she moved on her own. 
“Thorne,.I-I can't...” her voice was gasping, she glanced at me pleading.
“I-I’m—Oh God!” she screams, biting her lower lip followed by a moan, gripping at the pillows in front of her. 
I moved faster, stirring her insides, I paused as my d!ck twitched. “What flower...”
I moved slowly teasing her until she pleaded with me to slam her from behind.
 
“I am going to oh God please—Thorne please” she pleaded. 
“What flower?” 
“Speak”
“Thorne—I’m cumming” she managed to speak as her body arched looking at me from behind pleading—my heart beating as my dick aroused, I gripped her waist as I fucked her from behind, moving her waist as I went in and out of her. 
My lips formed a smirk as I moved faster, slapping her, I groaned as she moaned I'm almost at my limit..
“Th-Thorne...” She gasps, biting her lip, moaning my name. My breaths were heavy, our bodies hot as I kept moving inside her. Fuck it! 
“Come with me, flower” 
I quickly withdrew as I let my cum spread on her buttocks, it was coated with her orgasm, our breaths rapid. Her body fell from the couch. I leaned towards her slowly kissing her shoulders..
"You did well..." I whispered, placing a tender kiss on her forehead.
She shivered, her legs trembling. I quickly wiped her back and covered her with a blanket. "Let’s go to bed."
She hummed softly in response, barely able to speak as I carried her to my room. Her eyes were heavy with exhaustion.
I grabbed a white shirt and helped her put it on, then slid into bed beside her. Pulling her close, I felt her still conscious but clearly exhausted.
“Thank you...” I said softly.
Her light blue eyes met mine. “For what?” she asked.
“For submitting yourself to me.”
She smiled as I kissed her forehead again, drawing her into my embrace. She curled up against my chest, seeking comfort.
“Good night, Flower,” I whispered.
I watched as her eyes fluttered closed, burying herself into my body, her breathing steady and relaxed.
                               Zaira
I woke up, yawning as I noticed I was wearing an oversized t-shirt. When I tried to move, I winced in pain. Glancing around, I realized I was in a large room. The walls were dark blue with gold accents, and the curtains matched the dark bedding. It was modern and looked incredibly comfortable.
A familiar scent filled the air, and then last night’s events hit me all at once.My eyes widened, and my cheeks flushed. I just slept with my professor, I have to admit that even a single part of me regrets it. 
The door suddenly opened, and I looked up to see Elizabeth smiling at me, pushing a food cart.
“Good morning, dear. Lord Ackerman asked me to bring this to you,” she said.
“Thank you, but I need to talk to Thorne, please,” I replied.
“Oh, he’s out for a run, but he'll be here soon,” she reassured me.
“I need to go home. Is the weather okay?” I asked.
“Yes, it’s a sunny day, but Thorne asked us to wait for him.”
I was leaving the bed and looking for my clothes, Though even that happened I'm not ready to see him. This is so embarrassing! 
“I-I’m sorry, but I need to leave,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady.
“But, miss—”
“Where do you think you’re going?”
His deep voice filled the room, making me jump. I turned to see Thorne standing in the doorway, arms crossed, wearing a grey shirt, a little sweat from him.
His intense gaze sent a chill through me. How could he look so good this early in the morning?
“Leave us, Elizabeth,” he said calmly.
Elizabeth bowed and left, closing the door behind her. Thorne pushed the cart aside and sat on the edge of the bed.
“I-I need to go home,” I stammered.
“I know. I’ll come with you,” he said.
My eyes widened. “What? No!”
“Flower, it’s a man’s duty to visit his woman’s home. Especially after I invited you to sleep in mine,” he said.
“So, come on. You can’t leave on an empty stomach,” he added, his voice gentle. My heart raced as I watched him, calm and collected.
I bit my lip, sighing as I slowly walked toward him.
I sat across from him, and he gestured for me to eat. I did as he said, though my heart raced, overwhelmed by his presence. I ate the food Elizabeth had brought, but my mind was spinning, wondering if I should bring up what happened last night.
“Flower,” he called softly.
My heart pounded at the sound of his voice, and memories of his words from last night came rushing back. I was on the verge of overthinking and fear washed over me, we both know that a professor-student relationship is breaking the rules. He might lose his license and I could be suspended. I should've thought that through. 
“Talk to me.”
I hesitated, torn between wanting to speak and not knowing what to say.
What could I even say? ‘Hey! Our sex was amazing last night, right?’ 
That’s just ridiculous.
Just say it!
I cleared my throat. “H-How’s sleep?” It was the only thing I could manage.
I sighed, and he looked at me with a teasing smile. “I slept well.”
“T-Thorne, about last night,” I started, feeling nervous.
He raised an eyebrow.
“W-we shouldn't have done that” I said my breathing rapidly. 
His intense gaze locked onto mine, sending a shiver down my spine. I swallowed hard, feeling my body tremble.
“What do you mean by that?”
“This professor-student relationship thing is beyond the rules. I know what I'd said that I could do it for you but I am talking about our career” I said looking at him, my voice shaking. 
“You could lose your license, I could be suspended or worse! Thorne…” I paused, I didn't know what to do I was already panicking
“Do you think I care about society or rules, Zaira? I already claimed you last night, didn’t I?” he said, his voice calm but firm.
“If that’s what you’re worried about, flower, I’m willing to give up my position as your goddamn professor,” he added.
My eyes widened. “Thorne! You don’t know what you’re saying!”
“I know exactly what I’m saying, and I’m serious,” Thorne said, his eyes locked onto mine with unwavering intensity.
“After this semester, Zaira, I’ll be leaving the school. Once I’ve finished what I need to do, you won’t see me as your professor anymore, but as your partner.”
“Thorne, y-you can’t just throw away your career because of me,” I said, guilt creeping in. Yet, deep inside, the idea of us starting fresh was tempting, a quiet longing I couldn’t deny.
It felt wrong—sinful even—but the pull I had for him was undeniable. My feelings for him had grown, and though it felt like a cliché, the truth of it overwhelmed me.
“Flower, trust me, teaching isn’t my career. It’s just… something temporary,” he assured me.
“Then why are you teaching us?” I asked, curiosity bubbling up as I looked at him.
For a moment, he hesitated, silent. I realized too late that maybe I shouldn’t have asked. Maybe it was something too personal.
But then, his hand softly reached for my cheek, his fingers brushing my skin as he smiled, calming my worries. 
“This is the only way to uncover the secrets of my parents. I need this position temporarily, after this semester I'm out” he said. 
I swallowed, intrigued by his words. His gentle voice and tender touch eased the weight in my chest.
“I’m not a patient man, but for you… I’ll wait. No matter how long it takes, if you promise me there’s a chance,” he whispered.
“Thorne—”
“Give me that chance, and I’ll show you how genuine I am. I’ll prove it to you, Zaira.”
Inside, I was torn, battling with my decision. God knows how much I want him—how much I really do—but the thought of leaving school because of this weighed heavily on me. He said teaching wasn’t his career, yet... it still felt so wrong.
I could feel his fingers gently brushing my cheek, lifting my chin so I would meet his eyes. He smiled at me, his expression softening.
“You’re adjusting from the situation but I need you to trust me. I am holding the words that you said last night, that you're willing to bend the rules for me” 
“I’m begging you, Flower,” he whispered. “Don’t push me away.”
His words made my heart ache. 
“Let me ask you again,” he said. 
“Are you willing to bend the rules for me?” he asked. 
I maintained my gaze to him, he was waiting patiently for me. “God knows how willingly to do—but I'm scared” I blurted, shakingly. 
“We have only one month and a half to finish this semester, be patient sweetheart” he said. “I want you to be brave and I'll do the rest,” he added, kissing my forehead.