CHAPTER VII

"When virtue and wisdom fail us"

(Howard's End, E. M. Forster)

Everytime I look up into your eyes

I see my desperate downfall and how

Ready I am to follow you

Wendy didn't feel any anxiety when she stepped over the classroom's threshold that morning.

Something was burning inside her, melting away all doubt. Something which set her whole body alight.

This determination probably showed, she realized as she noticed the many stares and glances she earned from the boys she passed down the hallway. But her mind wasn't set onto any boys. Her mind was set onto one man only.

One specific man whom the very thought of was enough to make her grow tender and warm and made it hard for her to walk.

And it was pure delight.

Her beating heart, frantic, her determined steps and her slightly quivering legs – it all lead her, quietly, towards her aim. And, sure enough, once the classroom door was pushed – there he was.

James Hook stood behind his desk, waiting. And he took her sight in.

He had been waiting for her – ever since that moment. Oh, Hook certainly could be a patient man. But there were things that even a man such as he could only repress for so long. It had been hard – waiting to see her again. But finally, there was his reward.

As she stepped in the classroom with that decided step, he realized that she had never looked so perfect.

The early morning light shone ever so gracefully onto her delicate features; her cheek, slightly reddened by the cold and harsh autumn air, looked soft and tender, beckoning his fingers to rest against it. But what struck him most of all were her eyes; the way she looked at the scene, the way she looked at him, as if she owned every particle of his being! And when confronted to such a look, one could hardly resist. And so, without offering much of a resistance – not as if he even wanted to – he yielded.

At this moment, he was hers. In truth, he had been hers hours ago, without even knowing it, when she had taken her decision at the bottom of her bed last night.

Their exchanged gaze – a recognition for that silent agreement passed between them – only lingered for a half a heartbeat. The deal was signed; the promise had been made, without so much as a single word exchanged between them.

And Wendy broke that moment of unspoken connection, turning so slightly away from her spot to settle down her seat.

It seemed to her that she had never felt so relaxed in her life.

"Ms. Darling? May I have a word, please?"

His tone was as controlled as ever, as if he had only been asking for her to turn in a long-overdue essay. She had expected it; and therefore, it was with no surprise that she mouthed to her friends that they ought not to wait for her. Some winked at her, as if they had sensed the ambiguity and expectation hidden underneath the thick layer of the very professional tone of their professor. Ever so calmly, Wendy stepped towards Hook, who was straightening piles of paper before placing them slowly into different drawers.

In truth, he was buying time; both of them knew it. Patiently, she and him waited for the last student to leave. And, in a matter of no time, they were alone.

When the click of the door softly closed behind someone sounded in the room, Hook looked up at her. This action was sudden, almost synchronized to perfection with the sound of the closing door – yet, she wasn't taken by surprise. She had, in fact, been waiting for it. Among other things.

However, in the floating second following that direct eye contact, she was seized by something she hadn't planned.

Doubt. Hesitation.

That was it. What came next?

And, silently – everything was silence, save from the astounding sound of her heartbeat –, Hook provided her with the answer.

He crossed the infinite space between them, reminding her in that moment of a feline about to pick a prey. She wanted to admire his panther-like grace forevermore. But, as he stood one inch from her – her body hummed with desire to be touched by him –, he murmured in her ear three sharp words.

"Close your eyes."

For a moment, Wendy stared at him, unsure of what he was about to do next. But the assurance in his eyes told her he wouldn't need to say those words twice. With fluttering eyelids, she closed her eyes.

All was black, but the noise around and inside her seemed to fill every single fiber of her being. She stood still, waiting.

And it happened.

She felt the soft yet decided contact of demanding fingers against her waist. It was nothing but his hand against her waist – yet, already she was panting and growing wet from sheer desire! And already, the touch of his lips reached the crook of her neck. She felt him more accurately than ever – breathing, hot and fast, against her chest. She wanted him – she had never wanted anything this painfully in her whole life. And still, she kept her eyes dutifully closed.

Hook, just as dutifully, started to plant kisses along her neck and jawline, retracing that interrupted and sacred moment, back in the plain obscurity of an ordinary kitchen. She hoped and prayed that nothing would stop him now – she wasn't sure she could actually bear it this time.

As if Hook had had the same thought, the pace of his kisses started to grow faster; from discovery and fascination, he moved to urgent and supreme desire. But still, he cherished every single contact he allowed himself to have with Wendy's beloved skin. Softly and urgently, he kissed his way up and up, finally reaching it – the corner of her lips. She stood – vibrant and demanding and expecting.

She drew in a sharp breath. And Hook, unexpectedly, took a step back – less than an inch, but enough for her to feel the cold air slithering into the space left between their bodies.

What happened – why did he break the moment. She needed to know.

So, softly, she opened her eyes. It took a second before Hook came into focus – the only other being in the empty space of the classroom.

He looked at her, still panting; something hidden in his blue eyes. Something she would never be able to decipher. He was waiting for something.

Confirmation.

In a silent exchange, she gave it to him – her agreement. Once again reassuring him in his actions – he was so decided and then, suddenly, so hesitant. He took in the sight of her, frail and yet so strong.

Hesitation, and then –

She couldn't tell who moved first. But, as sure as she had never felt so complete and so alive before, his lips were on hers. Her body responded faster than her mind.

And she kissed him back – avidly, violently. She could never let go. Instinctively, he locked his fingers between her strands, pulling her head a little higher. Their bodies intertwined as soon as he did, trying to make the distance between them disappear entirely.

Her hips moved forward as he began to ask for more – the tip of his tongue tasting, teasing her swollen lips. It sent a shot of electricity running along her back, a thousand times stronger than what she felt when his fingers first moved along her hands. Her eyes closed as she parted her lips; welcoming the embrace. Accepting what she couldn't avoid any longer.

Wendy couldn't help but moan, passive no longer. The sensation of his lips against hers, the irritation of his beard against her skin, and his hands, possessing her and claiming her all over her body – it drove her mad in an instant. She pressed herself against him, deepening that kiss – their teeth collided, their lips and tongues met restlessly, all in the extreme and confused expression of supreme desire.

They couldn't get enough; over and over again, they prolonged that kiss, that kiss so long denied.

Restrictions and abnegation vanished, never to be felt again.

She moaned with desperation when he broke the kiss – and, instantly, he sushed her. Seizing another rapid and out-of-breath kiss, he promised he was going to make up for leaving her lips cold – and bruised – without his. And, sure enough, she understood what kind of amends he would make for breaking that kiss. She wouldn't complain.

Softly, Hook lowered before her, and soon enough, he was on his knees, leaving Wendy at loss for words.

He looked up at her one last time, a gleam of pride and desire in his eyes, before allowing his fingers to trace their way up her inner thigh. When he placed a kiss on her leg as he lifted up her skirt, Wendy couldn't help but let a strange sound – half moan, half nervous laugh – escape from her throat. She felt him smile against her bare leg, before continuing his tantalizing ascension.

His fingers reached the edge of her knickers, and she was undone. She was going to have to hold onto something, or else – so she desperately seized both his shoulders, and braced herself, for the best was about to come.

Hook allowed her knickers to fall down slowly, and she discarded them with anxious hurry, feeling her professor smiling against her leg once more. But soon, those smiling lips finally reached – it – that – oh – so precious place.

"Oh – my – " she panted, already hardly aware of where she was, of who she was, "– goodness!"

The man beneath her was doing such a great job in giving her pleasure that she already felt dizzy and electric and ethereal. Those kisses, where tongue and lips succeed each other at a perfect pace, left her undone, her fluttering eyelids making her loosing all focus.

Hook's grip tightened, and so did Wendy's. She was hardly in any position to remember where she was – she only knew that she could feel between her legs the heat of a man giving her tremendous pleasure. Pleasure grew fast – associated to months of denial and bulging desire, she was certain she would reach the peak of satisfaction in a matter of a few moments. She wasn't ashamed of this – actually, she didn't have any room left in her mind to feel such a thing as shame.

Sensing this, her professor focused all his attention onto her erect bud. Then, without warning – he sucked in – only for a very brief second, but the surprise drew a sharp breath from Wendy. The sharp breath turned into a yelp of pleasure, tears forming as Hook allowed her no rest; only half a second later, he was lapping passionately at the core of her pleasure. Now Wendy's yelps turned into mindless repetitions of gasps and words of lust. Still, Hook's grip became firmer than ever, and suddenly –

"Hook – I am – I – " The rest of her sentence disappeared into a high-pitched gasp of delight.

Clutching herself at Hook's shoulders, she came. There was no shame, no restriction; only the moans of a woman loosing herself into the depths of lust.

After the climax, Wendy was left panting, still clutched at her professor's shoulders. As he slowly came back into focus, she could see him, looking up at her. The darkness of desire could be read in his eyes. He was panting as well, triumphant, as she had entirely given herself to him.

Moments later were blurred in the aftermath of pleasure. She could only make out his form, straightening up and leaving.

Without saying a single word.

Wendy was left alone leaning on his desk, satisfied beyond words. But his abrupt departure already left her craving for more – as he had planned by leaving this fast, she knew it. But after having received so much pleasure, she could only give pleasure back.

After all, Wendy had always been considered an extremely generous young woman. She wasn't going to fail to her reputation just now.