Hi everyone- I wanted to share a few excerpts from my new original romance- It's called 'a sonata in three parts' and it can be read for free on Wattpad. (wattpad) story/392290784-a-sonata-in-three-parts. My username there is Blackbyrd6.

The female main character has three lovers in the book, but the central romance is between her and her philosophy professor. If you enjoyed my Hermione and Snape- I think you'll enjoy Lila and Dragoslav. Their dynamic is very similar.

thanks for stopping by!

"You're shaking. Gasping for breath."

I nodded.

"Slow your breathing," he told me. "Deep breath in. Deep breath out."

I breathed.

"You're safe," he said.

My eyes welled up at hearing those words, tears streaming down my face.

He was completely unfazed. He just said it again. "You're safe."

"Actually," I said, feeling my face turning red, "There is something I want to ask you." I plunged quickly ahead before he could stop me. I knew how this was going to end, I just couldn't stop myself. I'd imagined this moment a thousand times in my head. Each one ended with me bent over his desk. "At the risk of sounding banal, and meaning no disrespect-" I made sure to look him in the eye at least. "Is there anything I can do to earn some extra credit?"

After a very long, very pregnant pause he said, "I don't fuck my students, Lila. I teach ethics, for fuck's sake."

He made to move off the bed but I grabbed his hand, keeping him next to me. "What did you call me?" I asked.

"What?" he said, although he knew what I was saying,

"In your language," I persisted. "You took the Lord's name in vain-"

He smirked.

"- and then you called me something."

He shook his head, embarrassed, and reached for his t-shirt. "It's a term of endearment in my language. It means 'my love.' Come," he said, pulling me up and off the bed before I could think of how to reply to that, "I'm starving. I worked out this morning and then you rudely tried to seduce me before I could eat my breakfast."

"You were the victim of an assault, Lila. Even if you don't remember it, your body does. My body remembers the trauma of war. Explosions, gunshots, even certain smells will trigger a reaction from me. Your body reacts when you are frightened. You tense up. Your core tightens. Your heart pounds, you gasp for breath."

I nodded in agreement. "I can't help it. It just happens."

"I know, love," he said, kissing me. "It will happen less and less with time. But if I try to push inside you while your body is clenched, I'll hurt you. And the trauma will be repeated. And you will clench more. And I will hurt you more."

"Can't we just - you know - get it over with? I mean - won't my body just, you know, adjust? It's built to birth babies."

Drago took in a deep breath and released it slowly, looking down at me intently. "You've been through a violent trauma, and your solution for healing from that trauma is for me to just force my way in and hope your body capitulates?" He pressed his forehead to mine, closed his eyes, and took a few deep breaths. Then he opened his eyes. "Consent goes two ways Lila, and I won't consent to hurting you. I would lose my erection instantly if you cried out in pain. I'm not going to hurt you. You are completely safe. By the time I slide into you it will be all pleasure, no pain."

He took my hand in his and placed it gently on his cock. It was only partially erect, although growing, but it felt less intimidating in that state. "I will never hurt you with this," he said, his hand still over mine. "No matter which hole I put it in. And I'm a pervert. I will put it anywhere you let me, as many times as you will let me, for as long as you will let me. I want to do filthy and reprehensible things to you. But none of it will ever hurt you. Ever."

"Are you going to wash me like this every time?" I mumbled sleepily into the stream of water.

"If you would let me," he said, "I would wash you like this morning and night every day."

"Am I that dirty?" I teased, moaning softly as he massaged my breasts with his soapy hands.

"I just want to touch every part of you, see every inch of your skin, feel everything that's happening with your body, as often as I can."

He pulled me into his sweaty body, and I gave him an open-mouthed kiss on his chest, right above his tank top. The salty taste of his sweat made me groan. "Sweet fucking Circe," I said, "How do you taste that good?"

"Pheromones," he said.

I didn't know what that was, and I looked up at him with a raised eyebrow.

He had a warm smile on his face. "There's biology and chemistry involved, but the long and short of it is- I taste good to you because you want me to fuck you."

"Your face is wonderfully expressive," he said. "It's one of the reasons why I wanted to watch it when I took you completely for the first time. I wanted to see the look in your eyes when I reached places inside you no one has ever touched before."

"What did you see?" I asked him, my heart pounding. He made me come apart with his words as easily as he did with his hands.

He pursed his lips, and looked into my eyes for a long time. I could tell he was considering whether to tell me or keep it to himself.

I held my breath. The moment stretched out between us.

"Perfect surrender," he said.

"I don't want to come right now," he said. He went right for my clit, and started to sweep one fingertip across it with practiced ease. "I want to come tonight, buried in your pussy," he said low and soft in my ear. I was already starting to moan, and I wanted to rock against his hand, but I held still for him the way he liked. "I want to feel your pussy stretch as I enter you," he said into my ear, "I want to feel the way you can barely take me. I want to hear you whimper when I push in those final few inches because you didn't even know you could be filled like that." While his right hand continued its measured assault on my clit, he grabbed me by the hair with his left- not painfully, but as forceful as he had yet been with me- pulling my head back to look at me. "I want you to come apart for me."