The Professor's Mate Clause novel Chapter 35

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CHAPTER 35

FREYA’S POV

I woke up so warm, like someone had cranked the heat up to a thousand degrees. There was basically a furnace pressed against my back and it took my sleepy brain a second to remember where I was.

Adrian’s bed. Adrian’s arms. Adrian’s entire body was curved around mine like he was trying to shield me

from the whole world.

His arm was wrapped around my waist, heavy and possessive. I could feel his breath warming my neck with every exhale. And there was something else pressed against my lower back too. Something hard and very, very obvious.

My face went hot immediately. Oh god. That was morning wood. That was definitely morning wood pressing right against me.

I should probably move. Should slip out of bed before this got even more awkward. Before he woke up and realized how his body was reacting to having me pressed up against him like this.

But I did not move at all. I just lay there feeling the heat radiating off him. The solidness of his chest against my back. The way his breathing was so steady and even.

Safe. I feel so incredibly safe.

His arm tightened around me suddenly. A low rumble came from deep in his chest. It was not quite a growl. More like a purr almost.

“You are awake.” His voice is rough with sleep. Deep. It does something to my stomach.

“Yeah.” My own voice comes out breathy. “Sorry. Did I wake you?”

“No.” His nose brushed against my neck slowly. I could tell he was inhaling my scent. “I have been awake for a while actually. I just did not want to move and risk scaring you off.”

“I am not going to bolt.”

“Good.” His lips pressed against the spot where my neck met my shoulder. Just a soft kiss at first. But it sent electricity racing all the way down my spine like lightning. “Because I really, really like having you

here like this.”

“Adrian…” I do not know what I am asking for, but I needed to know that his mouth on my skin is making

it hard to think.

“Tell me to stop.” Another kiss. Higher this time. Right below my ear. “Tell me you do not want this and I will stop.

“I did not say stop.” The confession comes out as a whisper.

He groaned like I was torturing him. The sound was pure desperate need. His hand slid from my waist

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up to my ribs slowly. So slowly. Like he was giving me all the time in the world to object. To push him away if I wanted to.

His palm settled just under my breast finally. His thumb brushed against the underside so lightly. Teasing me. Not quite touching where I suddenly desperately wanted him to touch.

“You are so soft.” He murmurs against my neck. “So perfect. I have been lying here for an hour trying not to touch you. Trying to be good.”

“Maybe I do not want you to be good.” The words surprise me. Since when am I this bold? Since when do I say things like that?

His hand moved higher finally. Cupped my breast through his shirt that I was still wearing. Squeezed so gently it almost hurt.

I gasped out loud. My back arched completely on its own. My hand came up to grip his forearm hard. I was not pushing him away though. Just holding on for dear life.

“Freya.” My name sounds wrecked in his mouth. “We should stop. You said just sleeping. I should not

be…”

“I changed my mind.” I turn in his arms. Face him properly. His eyes are that bright electric blue. The wolf is right there under the surface. “I want this. Want you. Just not… not everything yet.”

“Not everything.” He repeats. His hand is still on my breast. Still driving me crazy. “What can I do? Tell me what you want.”

“I do not know, I have never… Kelvin was not exactly… I do not know what I want. Just know that I want

you to touch me.”

Something fierce and possessive crossed his face. “Kelvin never took care of you properly.”

“No.” The admission hurt to say out loud. “He really did not.”

“Then let me.” His hand slid under the shirt finally, His palm was rough and warm and absolutely perfect against me. “Let me show you what it should actually feel like. What you really deserve.”

He kissed me before I could even think of a response. Deep and claiming and absolutely perfect. His tongue slid against mine and I completely forgot how to breathe properly.

His hand was moving now. Exploring. Learning every curve and dip of my body. When his thumb finally brushed over my nipple I moaned right into his mouth.

He swallowed my moan, then kissed me deeper rougher. His hand moved again, slow at first, then with purpose. He did it once. Twice. Again. Each time dragging a helpless sound out of me. I couldn’t stay still, I kept moving against him, chasing the feeling.

God why was he torturing me

My breath hitched. My body answered him before my mind could catch up. I didn’t even recognize the

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sounds I was making anymore

“So responsive.” He breaks the kiss, “I barely touch you and you fall apart.”

“Shut up.” I pull him back down. Kiss him to stop him from talking, enough of the talking more of action.

He shifted us fast one second I was on top of him, the next I was beneath him, breath tangled somewhere in my throat.

His body pressed down against mine, warm and heavy, and he moved right to where I’d been aching for him. My thighs parted without thinking.

Anyone seeing me have everything right to call me a slut

Every inch of him was suddenly too close, too much and exactly what I needed. My skin burned, not from heat, but from want.

Oh god. I could feel absolutely all of him now. Hard and hot through his boxers and my borrowed shirt.

“Is this okay?” He is breathing hard. Fighting for control. “Tell me if this is too much.”

“Not too much.” I wrap my legs around his hips. Pull him closer. “Not enough.”

He groaned deep in his chest and rolled his hips against me. The friction was absolutely incredible. Perfect. But somehow still not enough.

His hand trails down my stomach, slow and teasing, the warmth of his palm making me shiver. He pauses at the waistband of my pajama pants, eyes locking with mine.

“Can I?” he murmurs.

“Yes,” I whisper without hesitation. “Please.”

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He slides his hand beneath the fabric, fingertips brushing over my underwear first just resting there. The pressure is maddening. I arch into his touch, hands tangling in his hair as I breathe out his name. “Adrian

“I know, baby. I feel it.” His voice is low, rough with desire. “You’re soaked.”

His fingers move with more purpose now, rubbing over the thin cotton, finding the exact spot that has me gasping. I can’t even speak, only nodding, my whole body tight with anticipation.

Then he shifts the fabric aside, finally touching me. Skin on skin. A slow, deliberate stroke that has me clutching the sheets. “So perfect,” he says, watching every expression cross my face. “Tell me what feels good.”

“That,” I gasp as he circles exactly where I need him. “Right there… don’t stop.”

He doesn’t. His rhythm is unrelenting and devastatingly perfect. One hand explores while the other

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moves to my breast, playing with my nipple until the sensations blend into a blur of need.

I’m unraveling beneath him, every muscle tight, every nerve lit up. “Let go,” he whispers against my neck. “I’ve got you.”

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