The interior of the car had become a pressure cooker. The air thick with the smell of rain, expensive leather, and the heavy, musky scent of a boundary being systematically destroyed.
"Do you like being handled like this, Professor?"
Alex's voice was a low, jagged rasp that seemed to vibrate through the very frame of the vehicle.
He leaned into her, his breath hot against the skin he had just exposed.
"So strict in the lecture hall," he murmured, his tone dripping with a dark, mocking reverence. "So poised behind that mahogany podium, looking down at us with those cold, untouchable eyes. But here? You're just a loud, desperate mess, aren't you?"
He didn't wait for an answer. He removed his fingers for a heartbeat before driving three of them back inside her at once, completely without restraint.
"Anhh!"
