Justin POV:
She was unraveling.
Fingers white-knuckled on the desk. Thighs shaking. Breath catching in her throat.
Her hand still wrapped around me, slower now, desperate, twitching in time with every stroke I gave her.
God, the feel of her—tight, hot, drenched—I could've come right then and there.
But I didn't.
Wouldn't.
Not until she broke first.
I leaned in, teeth grazing the edge of her jaw.
"Say it," I whispered. "Say you're mine."
Her lips parted, breathless. She almost did.
Then—
"That's it for today, class."
The professor's voice cracked through the air, and the room exploded with motion.
Chairs screeching. Papers rustling. Laughter. Backpacks zipping.
But we didn't move.
Not an inch.
Frozen in the heat of it.
Her hand still on me. My fingers still deep inside her. Both of us breathing too hard, too uneven.
We just… stared forward.
Like nothing had happened.
Like everything had.
