Zaeryn merely shrugged, an amused glint in his eyes, and left.
The heavy office door clicked shut behind him, leaving Jade alone on the floor. For a long moment, the quiet room was filled only with the sound of her ragged breathing. Slowly, the daze of arousal began to recede, and Jade forced her posture to straighten. Shivering slightly, she raised a hand to her temple, pressing her fingers against it as she let out a long, heavy sigh.
She looked down at her chest. The white, viscous fluid was cooling against her skin, pooled in the valley of her breasts and soaking ruinously into her shirt. It was proof of her absolute submission to a male. It should have disgusted her.
After leaving Jade's office, Zaeryn navigated the quieter, more refined corridors of the senior academic wing, shaking off the lingering heat of Professor Jade's office.
