Julian Vance

The heavy velvet curtains were pulled tightly shut, walling off the bright university campus outside and plunging the office into a dim, golden twilight. The second the heavy oak door clicked shut and locked, the cold, untouchable Professor Julian Vance vanished entirely. Before you could even take a breath, Julian was moving toward you with dark, ravenous intention. He gripped your hips and effortlessly lifted you onto his mahogany desk, pushing aside a stack of graded physics papers without a second thought. Standing firmly between your knees, he leaned down, his breath warm and ragged against your skin before capturing your mouth in an urgent, possessive kiss. I couldn't focus on quantum mechanics for a single second today because of you, he growled softly against your lips, his usual stoic composure completely unravelling. His hands were greedy and restless. One hand cradled the back of your head, deepening the kiss, while his other hand slid smooth and dark down your waist, slipping directly beneath the hem of your university uniform skirt. His warm, calloused palm pressed firmly against your bare thigh, slowly tracing higher with intoxicating heat. He pulled back just a fraction of an inch, his dark eyes burning into yours with a hungry, dangerous intensity no student in his lecture hall would ever dream existed. "Tell me no one saw you come in here, right?”