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Fires of Knowledge: A Forbidden Lesson - part 3
“Daemon’s office is empty, the door ajar.
We were so close to getting caught.”
Relief floods through you as you realize that you managed to narrowly avoid being discovered in your illicit embrace with Daemon Targaryen.
Your heart is still racing from both the near-miss and the intense passion you shared moments ago.
The thrill of danger only intensifies your desire for him, but it also serves as a stark reminder that this relationship could have dire consequences if discovered.
In the aftermath of your close call, you wrestle with the emotional turmoil that plagues you.
On one hand, being with Daemon feels like an exhilarating adventure, full of passion and excitement.
On the other, the weight of guilt and fear weighs heavily on your heart - threatening to overwhelm you as you question whether this illicit love is worth risking everything for.
“We need to be more careful, YN,” Daemon says, his face pale.
“I can’t lose you.”
His words echo your own fears and concerns, highlighting the precarious nature of your relationship.
You both know that if anyone were to find out about your forbidden affair, it could spell disaster for both of your careers and personal lives.
Despite this knowledge, the allure of being with Daemon remains irresistible.
“I know,” you respond softly, reaching out to touch his hand in a gesture of comfort and reassurance.
“But we can’t deny our feelings for each other either.”
Daemon nods, his eyes dark with desire as he looks at you.
The shared fear does nothing to quell the lust that burns between the two of you - if anything, the danger only serves to heighten your passion and intensify your connection.
With a deep breath, you remind yourself to stay focused and alert as you navigate this treacherous terrain together.
As another opportunity arises for you both to be alone in his office, the temptation proves too great to resist.
The memory of your near-discovery fuels your desire even further, pushing you into a frenzied embrace as soon as the door is locked behind you.
In the seclusion of Daemon’s office, you throw caution to the wind and allow yourself to be consumed by your insatiable lust for one another.
Your hands roam over each other’s bodies, hungrily exploring every inch of skin as if you can never get enough.
Your lips are locked in a passionate kiss that leaves no room for doubt - this is more than just physical attraction; it is an all-consuming love that transcends the boundaries set by society and convention.
Daemon’s hands slide up your shirt, teasingly brushing against your breasts before moving higher to unhook your bra.
As he slowly reveals your breasts, his eyes darken with desire, drinking in the sight of your naked flesh.
Your nipples harden under his gaze, and a shiver runs through you as he leans down to take one into his mouth, suckling gently at first before using his teeth to tease and torment you.
You moan softly in response, your fingers tangling in his hair as you guide him closer.
Daemon’s hands slide down your body, tracing the curve of your waist and hip before reaching for the button on your jeans.
With practiced ease, he unfastens them and slides them down your legs, revealing the damp, lace thong that hugs your pussy.
“So fucking wet,” Daemon growls appreciatively as he pushes you back onto his desk.
The cold, hard surface sends a jolt of excitement through you, and you spread your legs wider in invitation, eager for him to explore every inch of you.
Daemon wastes no time in doing just that.
His hands slide up your thighs, his fingers teasingly dancing around the edge of your panties before finally slipping beneath them.
You gasp as he begins to rub your clit, applying just enough pressure to send electric jolts of pleasure shooting through you.
“Fuck, Daemon,” you moan, arching your back and pushing yourself closer into his touch.
“Don’t stop.”
Encouraged by your response, Daemon continues to tease and torment your clit, alternating between slow, gentle circles and fast, rough strokes that have you on the edge of orgasm in no time.
Your hips buck and thrust involuntarily as waves of pleasure wash over you, each one more intense than the last.
“I want to taste you,” Daemon growls, his voice low and gravelly with desire.
Without waiting for your response, he hooks his fingers into the side of your panties and roughly tears them aside, revealing your swollen, aching pussy.
Daemon buries his face between your thighs, his hot breath on your sensitive flesh sending shivers up your spine.
He begins to lap at your clit, his tongue flicking back and forth in a rhythm that has you crying out with pleasure.
You can feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge, but just as you’re about to tip over into oblivion, he pulls away.
“Daemon!” you protest, desperate for release.
“Don’t stop now.”
He chuckles darkly, his eyes full of mischief as he rises to stand before you.
You watch in awe and anticipation as he unzips his pants, revealing the hard length of his cock straining against his boxers.
He hooks his thumbs into the waistband and slowly slides them down, giving you an unobstructed view of his impressive erection.
“I’ve been dreaming about being inside you all day,” Daemon says, his voice rough with desire as he moves closer to you.
“And now I finally get to fuck you.”
You can only nod mutely in response, your throat too tight to form words as he positions himself at your entrance.
With a single thrust, he plunges deep inside of you, filling you completely and eliciting a gasp of pleasure from both of you.
You wrap your legs around his waist and pull him closer, relishing the feeling of being completely joined with the man you love.
Daemon begins to move, setting a slow, steady rhythm that has you moaning in ecstasy.
Each deep thrust pushes you higher towards orgasm, but just as you’re about to reach the peak, he pulls back and changes the angle slightly, prolonging your pleasure even further.
“Fuck me harder,” you beg, your voice hoarse with desire as you cling to him tightly.
“I need more.”
Daemon complies, increasing his pace until he’s pounding into you relentlessly, driving you both towards the edge of insanity.
Your cries fill the room, mixing with the sound of your flesh slapping together and the creak of his desk as it struggles to support your passionate embrace.
As the intensity grows, you feel your orgasm approaching like a tidal wave, threatening to sweep you away in its wake.
You throw back your head and cry out, your body convulsing with pleasure as Daemon drives deep into you one last time, triggering an explosive release that has both of you shuddering with ecstasy.
Lost in the afterglow, you collapse against each other, breathless and spent.
Your hearts pound in unison, and for a moment, it’s as if nothing else matters but the two of you and the love that binds you together.
But even as the euphoria fades, you know that your secret affair remains fraught with danger - a fact that only serves to intensify the passion between you.
“We’ll face whatever comes together,” Daemon whispers, his words bittersweet as he holds you close.
And in that moment, wrapped in each other’s arms, you know that nothing will ever come between the two of you - not fear, guilt or even the harsh reality that awaits outside his office door.
“It’s over,” you tell Daemon, your heart breaking.
We can’t continue like this.
Daemon is silent for a moment before he finally speaks up.
“I understand, YN,” he says in a barely audible whisper.
His disappointment and heartbreak are clear in his voice.
The tension in the room is palpable as you both grapple with your emotions.
Despite the pain of parting ways, an unspoken understanding passes between you: this won’t be the end, not really.
There will always be a connection that binds you together.
Without another word, you move towards each other and share one last passionate kiss, a desperate attempt to hold onto something that’s slipping away from both of you.
Your hands explore each other’s bodies, the familiar touch igniting a fire within you that threatens to consume everything in its path.
As your lips part, you stare into Daemon’s eyes and see the reflection of your own desire.
You know what needs to happen - one final intimate encounter to seal this unforgettable chapter of your lives forever.
With a fierce determination, you begin tearing at each other’s clothes, desperate to feel skin against skin as soon as possible.
Your breathing quickens and your heart races as the reality of what’s happening sets in: this is truly goodbye.
Daemon’s lips trail down your neck, leaving a blazing path of fire in their wake.
You shiver in anticipation, your body already responding to his touch.
He grabs your hips and pulls you closer, grinding his erection against you as he devours your flesh with hungry kisses.
You let out a moan of pleasure as Daemon’s hands slip beneath your shirt, his fingers finding the sensitive skin underneath your bra.
He teases your nipples until they harden and ache for more, his touch sending electric shockwaves through your body.
In one swift motion, he pushes you back onto his desk, scattering papers and pens in every direction.
You don’t care about the mess; all that matters is the man standing before you, ready to give himself completely in this final goodbye.
Daemon reaches for your belt and unbuckles it slowly, drawing out the anticipation as he slides down your zipper and pushes your pants over your hips.
Your eyes never leave his face, both of you lost in the intensity of the moment.
He moves between your legs and pulls off your underwear, revealing your wetness to him.
“Fuck me,” you whisper urgently, unable to contain yourself any longer.
Daemon doesn’t need to be told twice.
He positions himself at your entrance and thrusts inside of you with a primal growl, claiming you one last time as his own.
The sensation is exquisite, the feeling of being completely joined with him overwhelming in its intensity.
As he begins to move, setting a rhythm that has both of your bodies trembling with pleasure, you realize just how much this man means to you - and just how much it’s going to hurt when you finally walk away from each other for good.
You wrap your legs around his waist and pull him closer, determined to make the most of every moment left between you.
His thrusts grow harder and faster, driving you both towards ecstasy.
Each deep plunge elicits a gasp or moan from one or both of you, your desperate cries filling the room as passion consumes you completely.
“I’m going to miss this,” Daemon grunts between thrusts, his eyes locked onto yours as he pounds into you mercilessly.
“I’ll never forget how you feel wrapped around me.”
Your heart clenches at the admission, but there’s no time for reflection now - only pleasure and desire rule your world in these last fleeting moments together.
You grab his face and pull him into a fierce kiss, your tongues battling as your bodies reach new heights of ecstasy.
As your orgasm nears, the intensity grows almost unbearable.
Daemon changes the angle slightly, triggering an explosion of pleasure that sends you over the edge.
You cry out in ecstasy, your body convulsing with each powerful wave as he continues to thrust into you relentlessly.
Daemon follows soon after, his own release coming like a floodgate opened, drenching your insides as he lets out an animalistic growl of satisfaction.
The two of you collapse against one another, breathless and spent, lost in the afterglow of passion that will forever bind you together.
In that moment, there are no regrets or sadness - just the knowledge that this incredible experience has changed both of your lives irrevocably.
As Daemon pulls you close, his lips whispering soft words against your hair, you realize that although this chapter may be over, the story between you is far from finished.
“I’ll always cherish our time together, YN,” he says, a hint of unshed tears in his voice.
And with those final words, you know that this goodbye isn’t truly an end, but rather just another beginning - one filled with memories and shared passion that will forever connect the two of you.
“Goodbye, Professor Targaryen,” you say softly, closing the door behind you as you leave his office for what feels like the last time.
But as you walk away into an uncertain future, you can’t help but wonder when - or if - your paths will cross once more.