My eyes widened at her action, but I didn't pull back.
I don't want to.
Her lips were soft and tasted sour from the tears, removing every single rational thought from my brain.
I wrapped my arms around her waist, pulling her against my chest as she opened her mouth to deepen the kiss, surrendering completely to the overwhelming desire we had both been fighting all day.
My hands slid from her waist up her back, pulling her closer until there was no space left between us.
All the hesitation she showed earlier in the training hall completely vanished, replaced by a depressing need to just feel something other than pain and worry.
"Hnng"
She tangled her fingers into my hair, letting out a soft sound that sent a jolt straight down my spine.
'This is actually happening,' my mind raced as the numbers ticked down in my vision.
She shifted her weight suddenly.
One of her knees rested on the stone bench, and then she swung her other leg right over, straddling my hips.
Her soft thighs tightened around my waist securely. The wool of her grey sweater bunched up between us, creating a frustrating barrier.
"Shane," she breathed out, her voice barely a whisper against my mouth.
"I am here," I replied softly, capturing her lips again.
The kiss deepened instantly.
Our tongues tangled together.
Her fingers dug frantically into the hair at the nape of my neck.
Every single bit of her composed professor persona was completely gone.
The desire she built up in her heart finally breaks through the cracks.
My hands slipped under the sweater. Her skin was warm against the cool night air.
"Haah."
She let out a soft moan directly into my mouth as my fingertips traced the curve of her spine.
[Time Remaining: 3 Minutes]
Her hips rocked forward, pressing down hard against my lap.
She was grinding against me now, seeking heat, any kind of intense comfort to erase the agonising pain of that military letter.
The sound of our breathing filled the quiet garden.
'She is losing her mind,' I thought, my own breathing turning ragged and uneven.
My hands moved to the collar of her sweater, pulling the soft fabric gently off one shoulder.
Her skin looked perfect under the dim yellow light.
My mouth trailed down her jawline, biting, pressing hot, wet kisses along her sensitive neck.
She arched her back, offering herself to me, completely surrendering to the overwhelming tension we had built up all day.
My uniform shirt was already half unbuttoned from her roaming hands.
Her palms flattened against my bare chest, her nails lightly scratching my skin.
The contrast of her soft hands on my hard muscles made my head spin with pure lust.
"You feel so warm," she whispered.
"So do you," I told her, kissing her collarbone.
[Time Remaining: 60 Seconds]
Her sweater was hanging completely off her shoulder, exposing the lace strap of her bra, and my shirt was completely ruined.
She rocked her hips again, moving faster and harder this time.
"Guh."
A low groan escaped my throat.
She swallowed the sound eagerly, kissing me with a sloppy energy.
'Just a little more,' my instincts screamed. 'We are so close.'
But why do I feel so good?
My hands gripped her bare waist, holding her steady against my arousal.
'I want to do it.'
We were right on the edge of losing every single shred of control.
She pushed her chest against mine.
I wanted to rip the sweater off.
I wanted to lay her down on the bench and take everything.
But I held back and kept the kiss deep but not feral, my fingers tracing slow, soothing circles on her skin instead of groping.
[Time Remaining: 47 Seconds]
She pressed her chest harder against him. The soft weight of her breasts crushed against my torso, her nipples stiff even through two layers of fabric.
Her breathing was ragged, desperate, almost panicked in its need.
A sudden gust of wind swept aggressively through the garden.
It rustled the tall rose bushes and brought a sharp, biting chill to the night air. The cold breeze hit her exposed shoulder.
Sianna froze.
Her entire body went completely rigid in my arms, and her eyes snapped wide open.
The hazy, lust-filled look vanished in a split second, replaced by panic. She looked down at her half-removed sweater, then at my bare chest, and then her eyes locked onto the military letter lying on the stone floor right next to my boots.
"No." The word fell from her lips like a piece of glass shattering on the ground.
She scrambled off my lap, stumbling backwards onto the loose path. Her hands shook violently as she pulled her sweater back up, clutching the fabric tight against her neck to cover herself.
"Sianna," I started, reaching a hand out toward her.
"Don't."
Tears immediately flooded her eyes again. She was crying hard now.
She realised what she was doing and exactly who she was betraying while her husband was missing in a warzone.
Sianna turned around and ran.
Her quick footsteps crunched against the gravel, fading away into the dark campus as she sprinted back toward the faculty dorms.
The garden was completely silent again.
My breathing became uneven.
The sudden absence of her body heat left me shivering.
I sat completely alone on the cold stone bench, my uniform in disarray, my lips still tingling from the taste of her mouth.
[Time Remaining: 00:03]
[Time Remaining: 00:02]
[Time Remaining: 00:01]
'This is it,' I thought, bracing my hands against the stone table and waiting for my heart to stop beating.
'She ran away. I failed the mission.'
[Time Remaining: 00:00]
A soothing golden light filled my eyes instead.
[Main Scenario Completed: The Lonely Professor]
[Calculating Rewards...]
[Reward: 5000 Desire Points]
[Reward: Skill Unlock Ticket x1]
[Title Earned: Seducer of the Taken]
[Narrative Changed: Black Witch Restored]