CHAPTER 212: FASTER

Miss Silvia’s breath came faster now, fogging the lenses of her glasses, the fabric of her jacket straining with each rise and fall of her chest.

Her thighs pressed together unconsciously, but his hand wedged between them, prying them apart bit by bit with gentle insistence, the heat building between them like a slow-burning fire.

"Why stop," Lor murmured, his lips brushing her flushed cheek, the stubble on his jaw grazing her soft skin, "when it’s the truth?"

Her body was trembling fully now, her voice reduced to a whisper, thick with need. "...You’re going to ruin me."

Lor’s cock ached with the promise of it, a deep, insistent throb that mirrored the hunger in his eyes. "That’s the idea."

The air in the room thickened with heat, every second stretching taut.

Lor didn’t give her time to gather second thoughts, didn’t let the air settle long enough for doubt to creep in.

He surged forward, his lips crashing against hers with a hunger that left no room for hesitation.

For a heartbeat, Silvia froze—her hands clenching tightly in her lap, her glasses tilting askew on her nose, a flicker of shock in her wide hazel eyes.

Then she melted, her body softening as a muffled moan escaped her, her lips parting to let his tongue slide against hers.

The kiss was messy, desperate, all heat and need.

She tasted faintly of herbal tea, a hint of chamomile lingering, but beneath it was something sweeter, warmer, the frantic edge of someone who’d been starving for this moment far longer than she’d ever admit.

Her hands, trembling at first, found his shoulders, fingers digging into his shirt as she leaned into him, her body betraying her surrender.

When Lor pulled back just enough to breathe, a thin string of saliva clung between their lips, glinting in the lamplight before breaking slowly.

He smirked at the dazed look in her hazel eyes, the way her auburn hair had fallen wild across her flushed cheeks, framing her face in a chaotic halo.

Her glasses sat crooked, one lens fogged slightly from her uneven breaths.

"You’re so fucking hot," he whispered against her lips, his voice rough with want as his hand moved to the buttons of her straining white jacket, tugging them open with a practiced flick.

Silvia gasped, her hands fumbling to grab his wrist, a half-hearted attempt at resistance.

"Lor, wait—" Her voice was breathy, tinged with panic, but it lacked conviction.

His other hand didn’t hesitate, cupping her full breast through the jacket, squeezing firmly enough to make her gasp louder, her back arching instinctively.

The button at her chest strained under the pressure, then popped open with a soft snap, revealing the delicate lace of her bra, pale against her flushed skin.

Her cheeks burned, a vivid crimson that spread down her neck.

"Gods—" she whispered, her voice trembling, caught somewhere between shame and arousal.

"You’ve been hiding these from me long enough," Lor said, his voice low and teasing as he pulled the jacket wider, exposing her bra-clad bust.

Her breasts bounced free with the motion, full and heavy, straining against the lace cups, the sight sending a fresh surge of heat through him.

He bent his head, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses along the swell of one breast, his lips trailing over the intricate lace until his teeth caught the edge of the fabric and tugged, pulling it down just enough to expose her nipple.

Silvia whimpered, her hands fluttering up in a clumsy attempt to cover herself, her glasses slipping further down her nose.

"Lor—this is wrong, I’m your—ahh

—your teacher—" Her protest dissolved into a sharp moan as his lips closed around her nipple, sucking gently through the lace.

"Not right now you’re not," he murmured against her skin, his voice a low growl as his hand slid under her skirt, fingertips brushing the feverish heat of her inner thigh.

Her body jolted at the contact, her breath catching in her throat.

Her hips twitched, her thighs pressing together around his hand, trapping it there as if she could stop the inevitable.

But the flush on her face, the way her eyes fluttered shut, told a different story—she was flustered, desperate, but unable to pull away.

He tugged her skirt higher, the fabric bunching around her hips to reveal the tops of her stockings, the black lace stark against her pale skin, and the thin strip of her panties, already clinging to her with dampness.

His cock strained painfully against his trousers, the ache almost unbearable as his fingers traced along the soaked fabric between her legs.

"Already wet," he murmured, his grin widening, a mix of triumph and hunger in his eyes as he pressed his fingers more firmly against her.

She bit her lip, shaking her head weakly, her auburn hair falling into her face, sticking to her sweat-damp temples.

"Don’t... don’t say it like that..." Her voice was a plea, soft and trembling, but her body betrayed her, hips shifting subtly toward his touch.

He kissed her again, swallowing her feeble protest, his lips claiming hers with a fierce intensity that left no room for argument.

His fingers pressed harder against the damp fabric of her panties, rubbing in slow sensual circles that made her moan into his mouth, the sound vibrating through him.

Her hips rocked against him unconsciously, chasing the sensation despite herself.

Lor broke the kiss, his lips hovering just above hers, grinning against her panting breaths.

"Say it, Miss Silvia. Tell me what you want."

Her hazel eyes burned behind her fogged glasses, wide and glassy with need, her breath coming in ragged shivers.

Her voice cracked as she whispered, the words barely audible but heavy with truth. "I want... more."

He chuckled, low and rough, the sound sending a shiver through her as he tugged the straps of her bra down slowly, savoring every inch of pale skin revealed.

Her breasts spilled free, heavy and flushed, her nipples stiff and aching under the lamplight.

He caught one between his lips, sucking hard, swirling his tongue around the sensitive bud until she let out a sharp, broken moan, her hands flying up to clutch at his hair, fingers tangling in the messy strands.