SEVEN. THE COLD PROFESSOR

“I... It feels good when you touch it.”

“I can do it again for you.”

Cammila closed her eyes and her cheeks flushed. She didn't want to see directly what her professor was currently doing to her. Shane easily pushed her dress down over her shoulders. The V-neck of the dress exposed the pale skin of her breasts. And who knows what Shane was thinking? Cammila tried to open her eyes to see Shane who was lowering his head over her body, which was only clad in a silk bra.

“Professor Shane?”

“Call me just Shane. You've been hiding the naughty beauty all this time, huh?”

Shane's eyes grew misty as his nose inhaled Cammila's intoxicating scent. One of the expensive perfumes he provided worked very well on Cammila's body. His lips landed on her pale, fragrant cleavage. He growled because of the rush of lust that flowed through his body every time his lips moved to taste his wife.

“Ssshh... Shane.”

Shane knew he had turned Cammila on too. Her body shifted restlessly beneath him. Her knee accidentally rubbed against his groin and Shane let out a muffled growl.

“Calm down. You will get what you want.”

“I don't know what happened to my body. You make me crazy."

Cammila grabbed Shane's nape and pulled him towards her lips. Shane happily devoured those pink lips and crushed them roughly. Their lips moved wildly to satisfy each other. Shane slipped his tongue into Cammila's oral cavity to caress her. Cammila moaned, trying to keep up with Shane's incredibly perfect lips.

Shane's palms weren't just still, he was pleasing Cammila and caressing her in places that Cammila liked. He touched her breasts gently after throwing the silk bra on the floor. Cammila's body squirmed beneath him every time his palms gently squeezed her breasts.

"You like it?"

“That was amazing,” Cammila gasped when Shane broke the kiss.

Shane half-smiling at how disheveled his bride looked beneath him, but voluptuous. He had to thank the liquor Cammila had a few hours ago. That made her bolder.

"Okay. Take off all your clothes. I want to see you," whispered Shane sensually.

Like hypnotized. Cammila obeyed Shane's orders easily. She slipped the dress past her legs, then spun around in front of Shane, giggling in amusement.

“Do you like what you see?”

“Nude is perfect for your pale skin. Come here. Do me the honor of removing the last layers of your body.”

Cammila threw herself happily into Shane's arms. She didn't know what pushed her to be such a bitch tonight. She blamed the liquor she drank at dinner. Cammila felt like she didn't recognize herself. But it felt too delicious to ignore.

“I want to see you too, professor.”

Cammila raked her nails across Shane's hard chest. Her heart cheered with joy because Shane didn't stop her hands from unbuttoning his shirt.

“Wow, all the women on campus would kill each other for this sight.”

Cammila was drooling at Shane's sexy muscular body. His muscles were covered in healthy brownish skin. Her pale palms contrasted with his tough muscles.

"How about this one?" Cammila dragged her fingertips lazily along the narrow curve of Shane's hips.

“Undo it.”

Cammila loved challenges. When Shane openly challenged her to take off his belt and pants, she immediately did so without having to be told twice.

“You are a good girl.”

Cammila moved very deftly as she pulled off his belt, then took off his expensive trousers. She threw them on the floor along with her clothes and only left Shane in a pair of tight black boxers that did little to hide the bulge between his legs. Cammila's mouth watered at the amazing sight.

“Do you like what you see? Now lie down.”

Shane pushed Cammila onto the bed and knelt over her. Cammila didn't know that he almost burst in his pants just by seeing her naked beneath him. Her slender fingers moved across his stomach, tracing the muscles that trembled under her touch. Shane growled and buried his lips in the crook of Cammila's neck. He inhaled her intoxicating scent before using his lips to give her more pleasurable stimulation.

“I don't regret buying you from Yvone.”

“I guess this marriage isn't that bad.”

Cammila squirmed in amusement as Shane's tongue caressed her earlobe. His hot tongue created a wet trail on the surface of her pale skin. Cammila squealed in surprise when Shane devoured her pebble nipple. She had never felt anything that great before. Her arms moved to hold Shane tighter, pushing him deeper into her breast.

“Ohh... Shane... You, oohh...”

"Easy, we haven't gotten to the main game yet."

Shane took off his boxers, which felt tight around his hips. Cammila gasped when she felt something hard stabbing her groin. Shane calmed Cammila, who was getting restless down there with his fingers. Cammila did nothing but squeal and moan every time Shane stroked her. She wanted more and more and didn't want Shane to stop.

“Shane, I want you.”

Cammila caressed Shane's face gently after a storm of pleasure hit her. Her whole body became very sensitive, as if thousands of volts of electricity were vibrating all her nerves.

“Spread your legs for me.”

Shane was as excited as Cammila. He also couldn't wait to plunge himself as soon as possible into Cammila's hot density. Her innocence and stiff movements sent a rush of passion through his body.

“Hold on, Cammila. Let me do it for you.”

Shane pressed Cammila's hips against the bed and positioned himself into Cammila's enticing tightness. He growled every time his core rubbed against Cammila's. Shane had to push harder and growl. He frowned as he discovered something odd. Shane gasped at what had eluded him all this time.

"Are you still a virgin?"

“I-I...” Cammila started to worry as Shane slowly distanced himself from her.

"Why?"

"I can't. I have no right to break your seal.”

“But, I want you tonight. We're married. You have the right to touch me.”

Shane shook his head hard. He got out of bed and put back on his clothes that were scattered on the floor.

“Go to sleep. Just pretend tonight never happened.”

A tear fell down her cheek seeing Shane move away. Cammila rolled herself into a ball on the bed, lamenting her misfortune at being left horribly in bed by her husband on their first night.