He nodded, and then the world dissolved.
The hallway vanished in a blink.
There was no rush of wind, just an instantaneous shift that left her stomach lurching.
One moment they were outside; the next, she found herself in the familiar surroundings of her own dorm room.
"How...?" she gasped, utterly shocked by the impossible feat.
He did not answer.
He strode toward her bed and gently began to lower her.
As he moved, her parted thighs brushed against his crotch.
Her entire body went rigid.
Through the thin inner layers of his robe, she felt it—a thick, impossibly hard ridge of flesh, a solid, bone-like presence that pressed intimately against the soaked fabric of her suit covering her groin.
It was not just a bulge; it was a weapon, a promise of being split wide open.
A fresh flood of heat and fluid flooded her, making her tremble violently from head to toe.
