I grabbed Laurana by the hips and lifted her back onto the examination table. Her skin burned under my touch, those red lines pulsing faster as her heart rate spiked.
"That's right," she murmured, voice low and approving. "Show me what you're really capable of."
I slid my hand between her thighs, feeling the heat radiating through the fabric of her skirt. My fingers found the waistband, the material smooth and expensive under my touch. "You sure you want to know?" The question came out rougher than I intended. "Some things you can't un-know, Professor."
"I stopped being your professor about ten minutes ago." She lifted her hips in one fluid motion, the movement both practical and provocative. Her muscles shifted under that luminous skin as she made space for me to work. "And I've always preferred learning through experience rather than theory."
