As Alexis stared up at me, her long dark lashes fluttered. Up close, I could see the gold flecks in her midnight-colored eye. Her tongue flicked out, and she licked across her blood-covered lips. They were curved perfectly. My silk boxers grew tight, and I instantly loathed myself. Fuck, what am I doing? I was older than her and I was her professor. This was wrong on so many levels. Something about Alexis made me lose all control. She made me feral with rage.
