~ Sylara's POV ~
"Professor!" I shrieked, the sound desperate as I tried to yank my towel back up, but his grip was iron on my wrist. He slammed me against the cold wall, crushing my bare body against his clothed one.
"Don't cover it," he commanded, his voice a rough, low vibration that thrilled me. His eyes were scorching, moving deliberately over my face, down the taut column of my throat, and lingering on every curve of my fully exposed, dripping-wet body.
He watched me with lustful eyes. For the first time since I met him, I was able to read his eyes. They held lustful desires for my body. It was as if he craved every part of me. This wasn't affection, it was a deep, primal need to possess and consume me.
"What do you want from me?" I whispered, my eyes trying to meet his. I wouldn
