Iva’s P.O.V.
“It’s only for you, Professor. Only you make me want to love like this.”
God, I’ve never felt more wanted. His words touch the core of my heart even more than the confession itself. I feel so lucky to be loved by this man.
He kisses my lips, taking his time, as though he’s memorising me, every curve of my mouth, every sigh that escapes me. Then his lips trail downward in slow motion. My breath catches in my throat as he presses a kiss to my throat, my collarbone, and then moves down.
His mouth is warm, and his lips are touching me like he’s imprinting his love on my skin.
I close my eyes, shuddering, because every kiss feels like a vow. A vow that he’ll never let me go.
He kisses my breasts softly. His mouth is worshipping me with tenderness I’ve never known from him bef
