Danny's POV
"Wait...wait, Sir," I gasped, my hands bracing against the cold, polished wood of the office door.
I managed to wedge an arm between us, pushing against Chadwick's broad chest. The soft fabric of the professor's shirt, smooth under my trembling finger, but the heat radiating from him was primal, almost suffocating. My head was spinning, my lips stinging from a kiss that felt like he intended to bruise me.
I didn't move. I stood there, my chest heaving, his large hands still clamped around my waist like iron shackels. His eyes were dark, the usual sharp blue replaced by a desperation that made my stomach turn.
"You're shaking already," Chadwick whispered, his voice a low , gravelly rasp that vibrated in the small space between us.
"I am not," I lied, my voice cracking. I tr
