Sophia barely slept that night. Every time she closed her eyes, the memory of Professor Alexander Voss’s fingers buried deep inside her replayed like a forbidden film reel. The way his emerald eyes had darkened with raw hunger as she shattered on his lap. The filthy praise that had fallen from his lips..."So tight… so perfect" still sent fresh waves of heat through her body even hours later. She tossed and turned in her narrow dorm bed, her simple cotton panties damp again just from thinking about him.

At twenty, she had never felt anything close to this. Her parents had shielded her from boys, from parties, from anything that...