Luna’s breath is uneven, her fingers gripping the edge of the desk as Noah’s hand tightens on her thigh. His warmth seeps into her skin, making it impossible to think, impossible to move
Her mind screams at her to push him away, but her body betrays her—shivering under his touch, aching for something unspoken
Noah Allen (Professor)
*low, teasing*~ "You’re shaking, little one."
His fingers trail higher, slow, deliberate, grazing the sensitive skin beneath her skirt. Luna exhales sharply, her thighs pressing together instinctively—but Noah smirks, gripping her tighter, stopping her from closing herself off from him
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