chapter 37
JULIAN POLE
My heart pounded as he pulled me close, his strong arms wrapping around my waist like he never wanted to let go.
Jace wasn't just my professor.
He's no longer my professor.
He was the man who'd captured my soul, the one with secrets that made him even more intoxicating.
But tonight, none of that mattered. It was just us, and the soft love that had been building between us for months.
His lips met mine slowly, deliberately, like he was savoring every second. The kiss started gentle, his mouth warm and firm against mine, but it deepened quickly, his tongue slipping past my lips to tangle with mine in a dance that made my knees weak.
I moaned into his mouth, my hands clutching at his broad shoulders, feeling the muscles tense under my fingers. Jace's kisses were intimate, possessive, like he was claiming every part of me with just his mouth.
