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Sophia’s POV

“Pens up!” Ian declared, announcing that the time was up for the test. I raised mine instantly, looking around calmly. I wasn’t in fear since I had finished my test a few minutes ago. I had actually managed to focus in his class today and the reading ahead I had been doing for a while now also helped me.

He walked around, collecting the scripts from each students one by one. The ones he had collected their scripts stood up and left. He got to me and held my eyes for a moment before breaking eye contact and collecting the script from me.

I ran my hands through my hair and walked out of the lecture hall, feeling a little bit of pride. I had no doubt that I would pass my tests today, afterall I had studied this time.

My phone vibrated twice in my pocket and I took it out, seeing that Ian had sent me a text. “I want you in my house today.”

I raised a brow and sent him my text. “Have you forgotten? Today is Monday.” I reminded him.

His reply came in almost instantly. “No, sweetie. I haven’t forgotten. Yes today is Monday. I want you in my house.”

“Why can’t we just meet in an hotel?” I shot back.

“Too risky.” He answered. I sighed.

“And for how long will I stay at your place? My class ends by four pm.” I sent.

“You’ll leave tomorrow morning.” He replied. “Or don’t you want to come?”

“Of course I do.” I sent back.

“Then I’ll order your ride. He’ll pick you up by five.”

“Noted.” I answered and dropped my phone into my bag as I walked into my next class.

“I’m going to Ian’s place,” I said as I walked into my room. Jenny was lying on her bed, her legs up and hee phone to her ear.

“I’ll speak to you later, Ronan. Sophia just came in,” she said into the phone and then looked at me as she emoced the phone from her ear. “You’re going to Ian’s house?” She repeated with a raised eyebrow.

“Yes Jenny. You heard me the first time,” I answered with a roll of my eyes as I dumped the contents of my bag on my bed.

“Today is Monday,” she stared, sitting up on her bed and staring at me with a frown. “And from what you said, his place is quite far. It’s almost four thirty.”

“Yes, it’s almost four thirty,” I agreed.

“And when will you come back into this place?” She asked.

“Tomorrow, stop acting like an overbearing mother bear, plus you can go and stay at Ronan’s house if you’re going to miss me so much,” I teased.

She gagged then scoffed. “Puh-lease. I’m very sure I won’t even feel your absence,” she answered with a scoff. I chuckled and shook my head while I packed all the things I’ll need. It was almost five now and Ian will call anytime to tell me that the driver was outside.

“Soph?” Jenny called out tentatively. I turned my head to look at her, raising a brow.

“Yeah?” I asked.

“You should take things slow. At your own pace. You shouldn’t let anyone rush you. You know that, right?” She asked and I smiled, nodding my head at her.

“I know that. Thanks. And it’s going at my own pace, I promise,” I replied her.

“Good,” she answered. “Now hurry up and leave. Maybe I’ll have Ronan come over,” She added slyly.

“You can’t,” I deadpanned with a roll of my eyes but then smiled. “It’s the girls dorm. Boys are not allowed. Have you forgotten?”

She shrugged. “Maybe he’ll climb the wall instead.”

“Yeah and he’ll just fall to his death but that’s okay. Choices Choices,” I said in a singsong voice before walking to the mirror and combing my hair before packing it in a bun.

A text came into my phone. I took it and checked. It was Ian informing me that the Uber driver was outside and his name was Jack. I should ask for the name first.

I replied him, telling him okay before carrying my bag and heading out of the room. “Take care of yourself, Jenny. Don’t forget to eat.”

“As if I’d ever forget to do that,” she replied with a scoff and added, “bye bitch,” just as I had closed the door.

I walked outside and went to the car. His name was Jack, just as Ian had told me.

I walked into Ian’s house, holding his hands and shivering slightly at the cold that hit me. “Don’t you feel cold?” I asked him, raising a brow. “Why is the AC so high?”

“I didn’t know it was cold,” he answered. I frowned slightly as he turned off the AC.

“How wouldn’t you know that it was cold?” I asked with a raised eyebrow. “That seems very unlikely.”

He just shrugged while I dropped my bag on the couch. The same one he had fucked me on the last time I was here. I rubbed my thighs together at the memory and raised my head. He was staring at me with a knowing look. I was sure my skin was crimson now.

“I can see you’ve been studying seriously now,” he said as he walked to the kitchen, taking out two glass cups and a carton of strawberry juice then pouring it for us both.

He gave me one glass and took a sip from his own.

“I can’t afford to fail,” I answered with a shrug even though my heart was currently bursting with pride. All the reading ahead was finally paying off. “Plus, wouldn’t you be a bit embarrassed that you’ve been sleeping with a dullard?”

“I would never be embarrassed about you, Sophia,” he said seriously. I chuckled awkwardly. “Anyways, you’ve been doing very well in all of your tests and I’m proud of you,” he added, closing the space between him and I and then kissing my forehead. I blushed.

“Come here,” he said, taking the cup from me and going to the kitchen. He put it on the kitchen island and walked back to me. He took my hand and led me up the stairs and past the guestrooms till we got to his room.

He kissed my forehead and then kissed my lips. He undid the buttons of my shirt swiftly and unzipped my skirt, his lips on my neck, nibbling and sucking slightly.

My head fell back and I moaned slightly, arching my back for him. I couldn’t care about how wanton I was behaving right now. There was just a way my body always reacted to his touch each and every time. Each time it always felt like I have never been touched before. And he was the only one who could make me feel that way.

And there were other things that I felt whenever I was with him. I was always looking forward to his texts. Mh heart always skipped when eventually got one from him and it always put me in the best mood instantly. And there was also the way butterflies errupted in my belly anytime I saw him. I didn’t just like him. I knew I didn’t just like him. It was more than that. I felt more than that but I wasn’t ready to acknowledge it. Not yet.

He laid me on the bed and took off his clothes slowly, putting on a show for me while I watched impatiently. I needed him inside of me.

He climbed over me, his grey eyes staring deeply into mine while I spread my legs for him as wide as I could. He slid into me and a needy moan escaped my lips instantly. I whimpered, arching my back for him while clenching hard around me.

“Fuck,” he groaned, going still around me then kissing my forehead. “You’re so fucking tight.” He rolled his hips, grazing my pussy walls gently. I moaned and whimpered, my eyes watering slightly. The pleasure was just too much for me. I wasn’t sure I could handle it.

He kept on going slow, and then he picked up the pace all of a sudden, slamming into me and hitting my g-spot without any mercy. I couldn’t help the screams that was coming out of my mouth now. Fuck. The pleasure was too much. Just to much. And it didn’t take long for me to come. I shattered against him, barely able to release any sound from how great the orgasm was. I came again and again, not knowing when one ended and another started.

He kissed my forehead then the sid” of my cheek and then my lips as he came inside of me. I moaned loudly, clenching around him hard.

After a few minutes, he slid out of me, his arms wrapped around me and he kissed my forehead once again. “Mine,” he murmured against my hair. “You’re mine.”

“I’m yours,” I answered quietly. “Yours alone.”