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Fires of Knowledge: A Forbidden Lesson - part 2
YN,’ Daemon says, pulling you into an empty classroom.
This isn’t just about history anymore.
You gasp as he shuts the door behind him, the sound echoing through the quiet room.
Your heart races as his eyes meet yours, and in that moment, it becomes undeniably clear - your feelings for each other have reached a boiling point.
Daemon’s gaze locks onto you with unrelenting intensity, his pupils dilated with desire.
He steps closer, closing the distance between you until there is barely any space left to breathe.
Every nerve in your body screams for him as heat radiates from his touch.
“I think we need to talk,” he says, his voice heavy with an unspoken tension.
His eyes are piercing, searching your face for a sign of what you’re feeling.
You can see the struggle within him - the desire to act on these emotions warring against the consequences that might follow.
As you look into his eyes, you see a hint of vulnerability beneath the enigmatic exterior he presents to the world.
It’s this glimpse of humanity that draws you in even more, and you find yourself leaning forward, aching for the warmth of his embrace.
Daemon’s hands move tentatively towards your waist, as if he’s afraid you might disappear at any moment.
His fingers graze your skin, sending electric shockwaves coursing through your body.
You let out a soft moan, unable to control your response to his touch.
He pulls you closer still, until your bodies are pressed firmly together.
You can feel the heat emanating from his skin and the unmistakable hardness of his arousal against your thigh.
Your body responds in kind, a delicious warmth spreading between your legs as your core clenches with desire.
A moment of silence hangs in the air before you both succumb to your feelings, sharing a passionate kiss.
His lips are fierce and demanding, claiming yours as if he’s possessed by an insatiable hunger.
Your arms wrap around his neck, pulling him closer as your mouths move together in perfect sync.
As the kiss deepens, Daemon’s hands roam over your body, exploring every curve with feverish intensity.
His fingers dance along the hem of your shirt, teasing you with each tiny movement.
Your breath catches in anticipation as he finally lifts your top over your head, revealing the lacy bra beneath.
Daemon’s eyes darken with lust as they take in the sight before him.
He traces a finger along the lace edge of your bra, his touch light and teasing.
You shiver at the sensation, overcome by the desire to feel more of his skin against yours.
“We should be careful, YN,” he murmurs, his forehead resting against yours.
The concern in his voice is genuine, a testament to the gravity of their actions.
But even as you acknowledge the risk, you can’t bring yourself to care - not when every fiber of your being craves him with an intensity that defies reason.
Daemon’s hand moves back to your bra clasp, and with one swift motion, he releases it, allowing your breasts to spill free.
Your nipples harden instantly at the cool air, beading in anticipation of his touch.
He cups your breasts gently, his thumbs teasingly circling your sensitive peaks until you arch your back and moan with pleasure.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers against your lips as he lowers his head to take one swollen nipple into his mouth.
You cry out at the sensation, your fingers tangling in his hair as he sucks and nips at your sensitive flesh.
Your body trembles with desire, desperate for more of his touch, more of this connection between you.
As Daemon moves to lavish attention on your other breast, his hands slide down your waist, fumbling with the button of your pants.
You step back slightly, allowing him access as he slides the zipper down and pushes your pants over your hips.
Your legs tremble slightly as you step out of them, leaving you standing in nothing but your soaked panties.
Daemon’s eyes are dark with lust as they rake over your body, taking in every detail before meeting yours once more.
“You’re incredible,” he says, his voice thick with desire.
He hooks his fingers into the lace of your panties and slowly pulls them down your legs, revealing your nakedness to him completely.
Your breath catches as Daemon moves between your thighs, his lips trailing a path of kisses up your inner thigh.
Your heart races and your core clenches in anticipation as he inches closer to the source of your desire.
With one swift motion, he parts your folds with his fingers, exposing your swollen center to the cool air.
“Please,” you whisper, unable to contain the desperate need coursing through your veins any longer.
Daemon’s lips brush against your sensitive flesh, sending a jolt of electricity straight to your core as he finally gives you what you crave – his warm, wet tongue sliding over your clit in soft, circular motions.
You cry out at the sensation, your hips bucking involuntarily as Daemon continues his ministrations.
His fingers slide inside of you, curling and stroking in time with the rhythm of his tongue.
You can feel yourself building towards release, your body tightening as pleasure rushes through every nerve ending.
Just when it feels like you’re about to reach the peak, Daemon pulls back, leaving you aching and desperate for more.
“I want to be inside you,” he growls, his voice rough with desire.
You nod frantically, unable to form words as your body screams for release.
Daemon’s hands move to the fastening of his pants, but before he can undo them, a knock at the door startles you both back into reality.
Daemon quickly moves away, grabbing your clothes and handing them to you.
“Go,” he says urgently, steering you towards the door.
Your heart pounds in your chest as you hurriedly dress, every nerve still tingling from the intensity of what almost happened.
You turn back to look at Daemon one last time before slipping out the door and into the hallway, leaving your unfinished passion simmering between you.
You enter Daemon’s office after hours, your heart pounding.
We’re crossing a line here.
The thought is both thrilling and terrifying as you close the door behind you, locking it to ensure privacy.
You can feel the anticipation building within you, mixed with fear of being caught in this forbidden tryst.
Daemon meets your eyes, his gaze heavy with lust and need.
“You drive me crazy, YN,” he admits, pulling you into his arms.
The touch of his skin against yours sends shivers down your spine, igniting a fire within you that can no longer be contained.
Your lips meet in a desperate kiss, tongues intertwining passionately as hands roam over each other’s bodies.
Your fingers fumble with the buttons on Daemon’s shirt, eager to expose his chest and trace the contours of his muscles.
He moans softly at your touch, encouraging you to continue exploring him.
As your lips move down his neck, leaving a trail of kisses in their wake, you can feel his erection pressing against your stomach.
Your hand reaches for it, stroking it through the fabric of his pants.
Daemon groans and grips your waist tightly, pulling you closer as if trying to merge your bodies into one.
You break away from him momentarily, looking into his eyes with an intensity that reflects your desire.
“We can’t keep doing this,” you whisper, the words barely audible.
The guilt and fear of getting caught are present, but so is the irresistible pull towards Daemon - a force that seems to defy reason.
Daemon’s answer is a fierce kiss, his hands exploring your body with a hunger that mirrors your own.
His fingers slide underneath your shirt, caressing your stomach and tracing the curve of your breasts.
You gasp at the sensation, the warmth from his touch spreading through you like wildfire.
He pushes your shirt up over your head, revealing your lace bra to him.
His eyes darken with lust as he takes in the sight before him.
He cups your breasts gently, and then begins to tease your nipples into hard peaks.
You arch your back involuntarily, moaning softly as pleasure ripples through you.
Daemon’s lips move down your body, trailing kisses along the curve of your neck, across your collarbone, and finally to your breasts.
He takes one aching nipple into his mouth, suckling gently before moving on to give its twin equal attention.
Your fingers tangle in his hair as you lose yourself in the sensations he creates within you.
His hands move to the clasp of your pants, unfastening them with ease.
He slides them down your hips and over your thighs, leaving you standing before him in only your underwear.
Your eyes lock as he takes in the sight of you - vulnerable yet powerful, a creature of passion and desire.
Daemon’s fingers hook into the waistband of your panties and slowly slide them down your legs, revealing your wet center to his gaze.
His eyes darken even further as he sees how ready you are for him.
He kisses his way back up your body until he reaches your lips once more, claiming them in a passionate embrace.
You feel the heat of his erection pressing against your leg, and your hand wraps around it instinctively.
You stroke him slowly, teasingly, as you taste his desire on your tongue.
His breath catches at the feeling, and he pulls back slightly to look into your eyes.
“I want inside you so badly,” he growls.
With a mischievous smile, you guide him over to the desk and push him down onto it.
He watches with hungry eyes as you straddle his lap, positioning yourself above his aching erection.
You lower yourself slowly onto him, relishing in the feeling of being filled by him.
Daemon lets out a low moan at the sensation, gripping your hips tightly as he begins to thrust up into you.
Your bodies move together in perfect rhythm, every stroke intensifying the passion between you.
The desk creaks underneath your weight as you ride him with abandon, lost in a world of pleasure and desire.
As your movements become faster and more urgent, you can feel yourself approaching the edge of release.
Daemon’s hands grip your hips even tighter as he drives into you relentlessly, whispering words of encouragement and praise in your ear.
With one final thrust, you both reach the peak together - your orgasms crashing over you in waves of intense pleasure.
You collapse onto Daemon’s chest, panting heavily as the aftershocks of ecstasy continue to ripple through your body.
He holds you close, his heartbeat gradually slowing back to normal as he whispers soft words into your ear.
A knock on the office door sends your heart into your throat.
“Professor Targaryen?” a voice calls from outside.
Your eyes meet Daemon’s in alarm, both of you aware that the consequences of being caught could be severe.
The risk only adds to the intensity of your experience as you share one last passionate kiss before disentangling yourselves and hurriedly getting dressed.
As you leave his office, heart still racing from the encounter, you can’t help but wonder when - not if - you will be crossing this line again with Daemon Targaryen.
The thrill of the forbidden only seems to fuel your desire for each other, and you know that it is only a matter of time before you give in once more.