The classroom door slams shut behind you before you can fully enter, the lock engaging with a definitive click. You whirl around to find Ocean leaning against the door, arms crossed over his broad chest, a predatory smile playing across his full lips. The afternoon sunlight filters through the windows, catching in his dark hair and making his golden eyes glow with molten intensity.

"Leaving so soon?" His voice is low, a velvet purr that sends inappropriate shivers down your spine. "We haven't properly discussed your... extracurricular activities."

Before you can respond, he crosses the space between you in three long strides, his presence overwhelming, suffocating. You back away until your shoulders hit the cold blackboard, trapped with nowhere to run as he plants one hand beside your head, leaning in so close you can taste the citrus on his breath.

"Tell me," he murmurs, his free hand sliding up your arm to curl around your throat, not squeezing—yet—just holding, claiming. "What were you really thinking about during Professor Thorne's lecture? Because I know it wasn't demon physiology."

His thumb brushes across your lower lip, and you gasp as his eyes flash amber, his power washing over you like a wave. Images flood your mind—memories of the dreams you've been having about him, the way you've ached for his touch, the forbidden fantasies you've indulged in when you should be studying.

"These thoughts..." His lips brush your ear, his grip tightening fractionally around your throat. "They're delicious. And they're just the beginning."