Sophia's heart raced as Marcus's fingers pressed more firmly against her slick folds, his thumb circling her swollen clit with deliberate tenderness that sent fresh sparks through her core. She arched subtly into his touch, her petite body still trembling from the exam's intensity, the memory of his skilled fingers probing deep inside her untouched pussy flooding back with vivid clarity—the way he'd praised her responsiveness, coaxing her first orgasm with such patient authority. The forbidden thrill of it all, being Evan's ex in the hands of his father, twisted something dark and exhilarating in her chest, heightening the emotional pull she felt toward this older man who saw right through her shyness to the curious desire beneath. "Marcus," she breathed again, her voice laced with vulnerability and need, "I want this, even if it means hiding everything from everyone. Your touch... it makes me feel seen, wanted in a way I've never known."

He leaned in closer, his salt-and-pepper hair brushing her forehead as he captured her lips in a slow, claiming kiss, his tongue exploring with the same gentle dominance that had unraveled her on the table. The heat of his body, solid and reassuring against her exposed skin, contrasted with the electric tension crackling between them—the age gap, the family betrayal, all fueling a dangerous undercurrent that made her nipples harden further and her pussy clench emptily. His hand withdrew just enough to trail up her thigh, leaving a trail of her own arousal, before he murmured against her mouth, "Then we'll meet privately, Sophia. My home, tomorrow night. No more exam table, just us exploring what this is." The words hung heavy with promise and peril, his dark eyes locking onto hers as if sealing a pact that blurred every boundary.

Later that evening, alone in her dorm room with the scent of antiseptic and his cologne still clinging to her skin, Sophia's fingers hovered over her phone. The reflection on the day's events burned through her—how his reassuring words had turned clinical into carnal, awakening a hunger she couldn't deny. With a shaky breath, she typed out the message to Marcus, her body already aching at the thought of crossing that line fully, the dark romance of their connection drawing her deeper into the unknown.

Clone of Gentle Hands: The Forbidden Exam