Nocticadia

by Keri Lake

“I won’t soon forget last night. Tell me you understand how much it meant that you were here for my first success.”

Without warning, he prowled toward me, grabbed me by the back of my neck, and dragged me to his lips. His kiss was cruel and blistering, his hands like barbed wire across my skin, and I wanted to push him away and tell him how much I fucking hated his stupid games. That I hated the push and pull and cat and mouse.

Eyes locked on his, I reached up the hem of my skirt and pulled down my panties, slipping them over my ankles. I balled them in my palm and stuffed them into the pocket of his slacks, next to the hard length that brushed the edge of my thumb. “Panties are for the modest,” I said, and turned for the door.

An unbridled flame blazed through me, burning with the urge to pull her out of whatever class she was in right then and fuck her brains out.

The inability to go ten minutes without thinking about her–either sexually, or longingly. My body mourned her. Had spent the last few hours punishing me for letting her walk out of my office like that. Without panties. I imagined a breeze catching the hem of her skirt, lifting it from the pretty little ass beneath. Focus. Please. Fucking focus!

She was the warmth of the sun on a cold and rotting corpse. The first breath after a lifetime of death.

My sweet, decadent Lilia laid out before me like a delicious meal.

Her name was a dirty scalpel plunged deep inside my chest, past crumbling bones and decayed flesh. It pierced the only organ I vowed could never be touched again and infected me with insufferable greed.

And therein hid the tragic reality of just how tempting she’d become—if fucking her meant an eternity in hell, I’d welcome damnation with a goddamn smile.

“What are you doing, Miss Vespertine?”

“It’s fucking dark out,” he said, his furious voice only mildly affected by the run. “You shouldn’t be running by yourself.”

“What do you want, Lilia? Want me to proclaim my attraction and fuck you in front of the student body and administration? To let everyone know that I’m so bitterly obsessed with you, I’ve rubbed my dick raw since you left? Maybe I should apologize to the board this afternoon for a half-assed report, because my student’s pussy was all I could think about when I was writing it.”

“No, I can’t look at you right now because I’m crawling out of my skin wanting to touch you.”

“And if you think, for one second, I’m letting you jog around here in the dark in those tiny fucking shorts, looking like a midnight snack, you’ve grossly undere...

“Let’s just call it what it was–one amazing night. One I hope you remember with the same relentless longing and anger and ache that I feel every time I look at you. It fucking hurts to know that I can’t have you, Lilia. I lose in that respect. But that is the tragic reality in all of this. What we did that night cannot be repeated.

“It’s fine. I’m sure I can get a private appointment with Ross.”

“Tomorrow, Miss Vespertine. After lecture.”

“Lippincott isn’t my father.”

“You push and you pull, and I feel like I’m being torn apart.”

“There isn’t a sharp enough blade to carve you out of my head, Lilia. I’d have to tear out my own goddamn eyeballs to keep from noticing your every move. Who you talk to. Who you fucking kiss.”

“We’re more than that, and you know it.”

“These little things you do that mess with my head.”

“There’s a violence in my blood. This rage that twists in my gut, and it makes me sick. I’m fucking sick when it comes to you. That I could even fathom breaking his neck …”

“I can’t control it,” he said, curling his hands to tight fists. “I can’t reel it in because I still feel you. I still smell that nauseating sweet scent on your skin that drives me fucking crazy. That sickening shade of lipstick that takes me back to that night. I’m losing my mind!”

“I’m not one of your goddamn classmates, Lilia. I’m your professor. Your future would be destroyed. You’d be kicked out and sent home to whatever life you were living, and I’d be here, hating the fact that I fucked you up. That I took everything from you.”

“Stop making me think of fucking you every hour of the day, so I can get back to my work!”

“Not getting caught is far more difficult than you might imagine. Even my lab is subject to the occasional visitor.” “We’ll have to be creative. Assuming you’re interested.” “You know damn well I am,” he growled, as if it angered him to admit it.

“All the years I’ve been at this school, I’ve never been up here,”

“Have you thought about that night? When I tongued and sucked on that little clit of yours?”

“I figured it was more convenient without them.”

“If you ever show up to class like this, I’ll take you aside and spank your bare ass.” “Is that a threat, or a promise?”

“You like to watch?” Licking my lips, I nodded.

“Look how beautifully your body surrenders to me when my fingers are inside you.”

“Do you hear that, Lilia? How your greedy little pussy weeps for me. Look at the mess you’ve made on my fingers.”

“You don’t want to know what you do to me, Little Moth.”

“This is what I see at night when I’m drenched in sweat, stroking my cock to thoughts of you.” A kiss behind my ear. “You make me come so hard I can’t fucking breathe after.”

“Good girl,” he whispered,

“I’m going to fuck you delirious.”

“You taste like innocence, Lilia. A good man would walk away from you right now.”

“Devryck,” I whispered. “I need more. Please.”

“I can’t do that, Lilia. Especially if you’ve not had much experience.”

“Whether you’re a virgin, or not—the fact is, I’m not a gentle lover. I don’t want to hurt you.”

“But just looking at you stirs my compulsions. This rapacious need to take what I want.”

“I can assure you, this isn’t going to last a minute and a half. I’m not some adolescent boy who comes the moment his dick gets wet. I’m a man who fucks hard and thoroughly enjoys the torment of delayed gratification. You’re going to be sore. And I really fucking hope you want this, Lilia, because you’re going to hate me when it’s over.”

“I don’t think I’ll be able to stay away from you after this. But let me be very clear,”

“I don’t share. If anyone else so much as looks at this pussy, I’ll take pleasure in dissecting him, starting with his eyeballs.”

“Do it. Please.” I wanted him so badly, it physically hurt. “Goddamn it, Lilia. Goddamn you.” He notched himself inside, and a mewling whimper escaped me.

“I can’t tell you how badly I needed to fuck you, Lilia.”

And I hated myself for that. Hated that I was so hungry for passion, starving for the need to feel so much at once, that I could even fathom letting him slice me open that way like one of his dead corpses, somehow brought back to life by his skilled hands.

“Am I hurting you?” “No. I didn’t … I feel … so much.” A tearful chuckle slipped out as I tried to reel in my emotions. “I’m sorry, I just don’t know what to do with it all.” “Sex should always make you feel something. Just let go.”