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The Ink and paper, the mixture of safety scents lingered in the air, other students' voices muffled by the sturdy walls of an old building. The darkest corner with the heaviest books, faint light hiding behind the high shelves.
A slender forefinger caught a book, pulling it out gently as if it was touching a lover instead of a novel; a gesture telling its own story. Eyes met, locked to each other, breathing turning shallow. A tiny clank when the book fell back to its place.
"Are you trying to tempt your master with those craving eyes?"
"Umh… Ruki… I…"
Cold fingers left the bookshelf, touching cheek, sliding towards the neck. Bite marks. Soreness. Signs of love. Traced with the touch of winter, yet with power to light the most flaring pyre.
A quick pull, the ribbon floating down, buttons giving up against the daring digits. The bare shoulder for his eyes only, the strap of the bra gliding to the side. Icy touch marking the place before the piercing bite. Pain burst through the body, head tilted backward and a soft moan left the rosy lips. Heated fingers grabbed the shirt, pulling it as the red liquid of life connected them.
Pain and pleasure, the tormenting passion. Drowning feeling washing over the body. Hands glided down, reaching for the bottom, sneaking under the hem of the skirt. Ice on burning thighs. Brushing fingers. A moan suffocated by a hand. Squeezing answer to the digit’s call, toes curling, mind turning into mush. Fangs pulled back, the tongue started its dance on the aching skin. Hips slightly moving, the silent prayer for the fingers.
"Such a naughty livestock." Whispered words in the ear. "We will skip the last class. Prepare yourself, we are going home but you can forget sleeping tonight."