I walked across the room to drop the receipt, fully aware of his eyes trailing behind me. I could feel the weight of his stare, lingering on the dip of my waist, the curve of my hips.

“So, Lucy Charlton,” Elijah said behind me, his voice smooth like velvet. “You’re Dean’s student?”

I turned around slowly, leaning slightly on the table, pretending to be casual.

“Something like that,” I said, trying not to sound too breathless.

He smirked and took a few steps closer. “You always dress like this when you visit your professors?”

I raised a brow, lips curling. “You always walk around shirtless when someone knocks?”

He chuckled, low, masculine. “Touché.”

There was a pause. One of those long, drawn-out silences filled with heat. I watched as he walked past me toward the kitchen, opening the fridge and pulling out a water bottle.

His back was sculpted like art, broad, powerful. He took a sip and looked at me over the bottle.

“You want some?”

Was it a drink he was offering or something else?

I nodded, and he walked over, holding the bottle up. I wrapped my lips around the edge and drank, never breaking eye contact. When I was done, he pulled it back slowly, letting his fingers graze my chin.

“I like you,” he said simply.

I blinked, heat rising up my neck. “That was fast.”

He stepped in closer, so close I could smell his cologne and sweat—intoxicating. “I don’t do slow. I hope my brother won't get bothered.”

As if he really cared if he finds out or not.

I barely had time to breathe before Elijah pressed me against the wall. His hands were rough, fast, gripping my breasts, cupping my ass like he owned them.

I gasped, my back arching into his touch, confused by how badly I wanted something I hadn’t even asked for.

“Elijah—” I moaned his name before I could stop myself.

His lips crashed against my neck, hot and wild. “Say it again,” he growled, fingers sliding over the thin fabric of my panties. His thumb brushed my nipple through the lace of my bra and I shivered, trembling in his hold.

I should’ve pushed him away. I should’ve told him to stop. But I didn’t.

Instead, I moaned louder, hips grinding forward helplessly. He sucked on my nipple, wet heat flooding through me as his tongue played wicked games with my body.

“You like that, don’t you?” he whispered, voice dark with hunger. “Say my name again.”

“Elijah...” I breathed, head falling back, giving him more of me.

He was so much older. I should’ve cared. But I didn’t. Not when he touched me like this. Not when he whispered things no one else had ever dared.

“Louder,” he murmured against my skin. “Let them hear you scream it.”

“Elijah…” I gasped, my voice cracking as he shoved me harder into the wall, one hand fisting my hair, the other already sliding my panties to the side.

“You’re soaked,” he muttered against my throat, his breath hot, fingers brushing my clit.

I jerked at the first touch, two of his fingers slipping between my pussy, rubbing slow and deep. My legs threatened to give out, toes barely skimming the floor as he pressed his weight into me, holding me in place.

Then he bent, taking my nipple into his mouth and sucking, hard.

I cried out, thighs shaking, hips bucking into his hand.

He didn’t slow. His tongue was ruthless, teeth grazing, his fingers now curling up inside me, finding that sweet, devastating spot with expert strokes.

I kept jumping, body arching off the wall every time he sucked my nipple harder or plunged deeper into my pussy.

My moans filled the room, louder, wetter, needier until the only thing I could do was cling to his shoulders and sob his name again and again.

“Elijah… oh God, Elijah.”

“That’s it,” he groaned, voice raw. “Say my name while I make you come.”

He growled against my skin, then without warning, grabbed the backs of my thighs and lifted me effortlessly.

I gasped as my back hit the wall, his body pinning me there, legs wrapped tight around his waist.

“Elijah—”

His name was barely a whisper before his mouth found my nipple again, sucking hard, greedy like he’d starved for this.

My arms wrapped around his shoulders, holding on for balance but also because I needed something to anchor me. I was already unraveling.

He rocked his hips up, the hard ridge of his cock grinding against my soaked pussy, only the thin stretch of my panties between us. His tongue circled my nipple before he bit down lightly, just enough to make me moan louder.

“You feel that?” he rasped, voice shaking with restraint. “That’s what you do to me.”

I whimpered, hips grinding against him, needing more. And he gave it, his hand slipped down between us again, fingers sliding my panties aside, exposing me fully.

Then he pushed two fingers back in, deeper than before, while his mouth ravaged my breast.

I cried out, legs tightening around him, back arching against the wall. His fingers pumped faster, wetter, curling just right while his teeth tugged at my nipple, tongue lapping away the sting.

“You’re trembling,” he said, lips brushing my skin. “You gonna come for me like this, wrapped around me, dripping down my hand?”

“Elijah,” I moaned, breathless, mind hazy with the rhythm of his fingers.

“Say it louder,” he ordered.

“Elijah, fuck!”

Still holding me against the wall, Elijah rocked his hips harder, the thick length of his cock grinding right against my soaked clit through the thin barrier of my panties.

He was breathing heavier now, one hand still buried between my thighs, the other moving to undo his belt with urgency.

I felt the hot press of him, thick, hard, pulsing rubbing between my folds. He groaned low, letting the tip tease along my entrance, not entering, just dragging it slowly, again and again, until I whimpered from the tension.

“Fuck,” he muttered, voice strained. “You make me want to break all my rules.”

I opened my mouth to speak, to beg, to plead but then he stepped back. Slowly, deliberately.

His eyes were molten. “I don’t fuck pussy,” he growled. “Not when your ass is begging louder.”

My heart raced. Every nerve lit up.

“On your knees.”

I dropped instantly, spine tingling. My palms hit the floor, and I raised my ass up, shameless.

Behind me, I heard the slick sound of him stroking himself, fast and rough, his breath coming harder.

Then, smack, his palm landed on my ass, making me jolt forward with a gasp.

“You hear that?” he said, pumping his cock with his other hand. “That’s the sound of a good girl learning her place.”

He spanked me again, harder. The heat bloomed across my skin, sharp and sweet.

I moaned, pushing my ass back toward him, needing more.

“Elijah…”

“Keep still,” he warned. “Or I’ll make you beg for every inch.”

I braced myself, hands flat on the floor, knees spread. He knelt behind me, the sound of his stroking loud in the silence, wet, fast, hungry.

“You ready to be ruined?” he rasped.

I didn’t speak. My heart pounded too hard, my throat tight with anticipation. I just nodded, trembling.

He didn’t wait.

His hands grabbed my hips, yanked me back, and the thick head of his cock pressed against my tightest place.

I gasped as he pushed in slowly, inch by merciless inch stretching me wide. Wider than anything I’d felt before. Bigger than Dean. Bigger than I thought I could take.

“Elijah oh my God—” I cried out.

But he didn’t stop.

He thrust deep, filling me with one brutal stroke, his hand sliding around my body to grab my breast, squeezing hard, fingers pinching my nipple.

“Beg if you want,” he growled in my ear, “but I’m not stopping.”

He set a pace, fast, relentless his cock driving deep into my ass with each savage thrust. My moans turned into helpless cries, my skin slapping against his, echoing through the room.

His grip on my breast tightened, holding me in place as he fucked me harder, deeper, without mercy.

The burn, the stretch, the sound, it was all too much.

“Elijah… please—” I gasped, barely able to speak.

He just growled, hips slamming into me, using my body like it was his. And it was. In that moment, I was completely his, ruined, claimed, taken.

And god… I loved it.

His pace grew savage, his cock slamming into my wet sore ass without mercy, every thrust stretching me to the edge of reason. My cries turned breathless, hoarse, my arms trembling beneath me.

“I can’t—” I tried to say, but the words fell apart under the weight of another wave crashing through me.

My orgasm hit like fire, my body collapsing onto the floor as my vision blurred and my breath left me in a shattered moan.

I lay there, wrecked, twitching, thighs slick and trembling, barely able to lift my head.

Elijah stood over me, cock glistening with my wetness, chest rising hard with every breath. He gripped himself, pumping fast, his eyes locked on my dazed, ruined form.

“Look at you,” he growled, voice thick with heat. “So fucking perfect when you fall apart.”

He dragged his fingers over my thighs, collecting what I’d left on his skin, smearing it over his dick. His strokes got faster, rougher.

And then he groaned, head tipping back, hot ropes of release spilling across my cheek and lips. His breath shuddered as he came, hand still working himself slowly, deliberately.

I blinked up at him, dazed and weak, the scent of him surrounding me, the taste of him on my tongue as I licked my lips without thinking.

His eyes darkened. “Next time,” he whispered, “you’ll take it all on your knees.”