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Short but sweet, here's chapter nine.

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Ana

Christian is standing outside the elevator at my lecture hall building and it's not even eight o'clock. Does he follow me now? We agreed to take it slow. In all honesty I didn't want that but that woman last night ruined everything. I was observing him all night after. I think he does have what I crave. I saw his anger, I recognized the rawness inside him. It flared something imminent between my thighs. Christian is all I need, I'm sure. But how to approach him? What to say? God, I never thought masturbating would save me. I had to do it last night. The last few days around him I felt like a charged atom. I'm glad I did it because right now I radiate serenity. I am almost certain his sexual beams cannot penetrate my aura.

"Ana?" He seems surprised.

"Christian," I nod and look blankly at the flashing lights above the elevator doors.

He's observing my face and then, my body, making me nervous. I don't know how long my sexual shield will last. Out of the corner of my eye I see him, trying to gauge me. He tilts his head, perfectly aware I can see him.

"Did you sleep okay?"

"Yes," I look directly at him. "I did."

We stare at each other for a moment, and brazenly, his eyes dart to my breasts and lower, scanning my body from top to bottom.

Rabbles of butterflies abruptly awaken in my chest, fluttering chaotically, arousing my body. My throat is parched; I swallow and take a step back. He's testing me.

"Ana, I know we said we'll take it slow, and we will, I promise you that. But," I look at the metallic doors of the elevator, waiting for them to open. The moment I hear 'ping' I run into them, forgetting he is here for the same reason. With my back to him, I watch him saunter inside through the mirror. "You see, there's something inside you that calls to me."

I turn around, and before I have time to do anything he leans forward, pressing me with his body. He caresses my ear with his mouth, intoxicating my senses.

"Ana….," he whispers. His soothing voice makes me tilt my head into his. Knowing perfectly well he can't see me, my eyes close instinctively, giving in, my chest rising higher with each breath I take. I don't know what he intends to do to me but whatever it is, I'll let him. "You need me more than I need you."

My face is already turned into him and our cheeks are touching softly when I open my eyes, and look at him.

"I do," my lower lip is flaring red from biting it. He is coming closer yet again. His breath, a warm gust of air on my face, sweet and eager, is ravishing me slowly. The vibrations of his vocal chords send tremors down my spine.

"Now, what shall we do about that?"

The heat coming off his body is smothering me. I am hot and needy.

Jolted by the elevator doors, we both stand straight. I see Christian deviously smirking and, observing a gap among the students waiting to get in, he shoots off in a business-like style, not looking at anyone. Out from under his spell, I pull myself together and exit with the same vigor as he did. Or at least that's what I attempt. My day was not supposed to be like this.

I push through the crowd and enter my lecture room. The room is just like any other. But today strangely it has too many of us attending. It's packed, and hot. There is something wrong with the heating, it's thirty degrees inside.

I set on standing and I know it's not been a full ten minutes when I realise I'm not going to last long today. I'm sweating. I can barely breathe.

"Ana, over here," I see Christian at the far corner of the room waving at me as if nothing happened in the elevator, and points to an empty seat.

I walk over to where he is, and sit next to him. Nothing could happen now I know, but the proximity just drives me crazy. My heart is pounding hard. I swallow and, feeling uncomfortable, I bite my lower lip. He regards me directly and his stare glides down to my mouth. He licks his lips slowly, tormenting me, deliberately making me heady.

"Ana…." His eyes progress down to my cleavage, undoing my buttons, descending into my core. I notice that a few buttons on my shirt have become undone in the heat, and my white lacy bra is clearly visible. I'm sweating. My face is glowing and my neckline shimmering in the heat. Damn this heat!

He looks into my eyes again, and smirks. As if he knows, my nipples, now pebbled are chafing inside my bra. My breathing is shallow. My breasts are mounting with each breath I take, craving...anything that would inflate this sensation.

"Open your legs," he whispers.

I can't speak. He's stimulating me in an unusual way, captivating me with his predatory hold over me. My legs disobey me, opening up as much as my skirt allows. Thank god for the seat in front!

"Wider."

Another soft but forceful order followed by a delicious lick of his luscious lips, now shameless and lustful, carries ripples of pleasure in my groin.

I glance at the people around me, bite my lower lip, and then fix my skirt, and sit better in my seat. I'm going crazy. The heat coming off my panties can be felt miles away. A wave of moisture overwhelms me and I cannot contain it, it overflows, exciting my throbbing folds, now sore for touch. The apex at the top of my legs is burning, setting fire to my groin.

Trying not to disturb anything, he bends down to what seems to me is trying to tie his shoe lace, but I see him inhaling profoundly.

"I can smell you from here," his voice barren, talking more to himself than me.

Then he comes up and, in the heat he gently blows on my breasts, cooling me off, closing in on my lips and I can feel his breath on my face.

"Are you aroused?" he whispers in my ear.

"Yes," I hear myself say.

"I think I want to fuck you now."

"Okay." What is with me?