The Professor's Mate Clause novel Chapter 93

Chapter 93

ADRIAN’S POV

She steps toward me, fingers already working the buttons of my shirt, eyes locked on mine… dark, challenging, hungry.

“Then show me,” she whispers, voice low and rough. “No holding back. No protecting me from you. No controlling everything. Just us. Raw. Equals. Mates.”

I don’t move. I let her strip me bare, slow and deliberate, her knuckles brushing my chest, my stomach, the line of hair disappearing into my pants. Every touch is fire. My cock is already hard, straining against the fabric, and when she finally shoves my jeans down, it springs free, heavy and aching. She wraps her hand around me without hesitation-firm, possessive- stroking once, twice, thumb swiping over the wet tip.

“Fuck, Freya…” I groan, hips jerking into her grip.

She smiles, wicked and beautiful. “My turn.”

I reach for her, hands shaking with the effort to go slow like she asked. Button by button, I peel her shirt open. Her skin is flushed, nipples tight under the lace bra. I trace the edge with my thumbs, then drag the straps down her shoulders, letting the bra fall. Her breasts spill free-heavy, perfect. I cup them, thumbs circling her nipples until she gasps, back arching into my touch.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous,” I rasp, voice wrecked. “Not just this body…though Christ, I could worship these tits for days…but you. Your fire. The way you fight me, challenge me, demand I see you as an equal. That’s what makes me lose ray goddamn mind.”

Her breath hitches. “Then see all of me tonight. The parts that scare you. The parts that won’t bend.”

I drop to my knees.

Slowly, reverently, I slide her pants down her hips, kissing every inch of skin I uncover. When her panties follow, she’s bare, glistening, thighs already trembling. I spread her gently with my thumbs, inhaling her like a drug.

“Look at you,” I murmur against her. “So wet for me. So ready.”

I don’t tease. I lick her slow and deep, tongue sliding through her folds, circling her clit until her hands fist in my hair and her hips rock against my face. She tastes like sin and salvation. I suck her clit gently, then harder, sliding two fingers inside her→ curling, stroking that spot that makes her cry out.

“Adrian…fuck..don’t stop..”

I don’t. I fuck her with my mouth and fingers until she’s shaking, thighs clamping around my head, coming hard with my name tearing from her throat. I lick her through every pulse, gentle now, drawing it out until she’s boneless and panting.

When I stand, she grabs my cock again, guiding me to the bed. I let her push me down, let her climb on top-because tonight she’s taking what she wants.

She sinks down on me slowly, inch by torturous inch, eyes rolling back as she takes me to the hilt. “God, you’re so deep like this … so fucking perfect.”

I grip her hips…not to control, just to feel her move. She starts slow, grinding, rolling her hips in a rhythm that has me groaning, head digging into the pillow. Then faster, harder, breasts bouncing as she rides me like she owns me.

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