Chapter Text
The office was silent save for the quiet buzz of the desk lamp. Larissa sat behind her desk, posture as perfect as ever, pale hands moving fluidly over paperwork. Her hair, though slightly mussed from a long day, gleamed like spun gold beneath the warm light.
Elias leaned against the doorframe, tie loosened and shirt sleeves rolled to his elbows, jacket tossed over one shoulder. He let his gaze wander unabashedly over her, enjoying the picture she made: elegant, untouchable, entirely unaware of the effect she had on him.
“You’re still here,” she murmured, glancing up briefly, her voice low and smooth.
“And you’re one to talk,” he teased, shutting the door quietly behind him. “Didn’t I tell you paperwork can wait?”
She smiled faintly, a glimmer of amusement in her blue eyes. “I seem to remember ignoring that advice.”
“You did. And here I am, trying again.”
Elias crossed the room in slow, confident strides, resting a hand on the edge of her desk and leaning down. “Let me take your mind off it.”
Her lips curved into a knowing smile, and she set her pen aside. “I suppose I can be persuaded.”
Their kisses started soft, exploratory, but quickly deepened as he cupped her jaw, thumb brushing against her cheek. Larissa sighed against his lips, letting him steal away the composure she wore like armor.
By the time he helped her up and guided her toward the couch against the far wall, her blouse was half unbuttoned, her pale skin glowing under the lamplight. Elias kissed her again, slower this time, letting his hands wander with reverence.
“You’re beautiful,” he murmured, lips skimming her jaw.
Her breath caught—so subtle he almost missed it.
He pulled back slightly, studying her flushed face. “What was that?”
“Nothing,” she said quickly, voice soft, almost embarrassed.
A grin tugged at his lips. “Oh no. That was something.”
He kissed along her throat, slow and deliberate. “Beautiful,” he whispered again.
This time she let out a tiny, involuntary sound—a soft whimper that sent a jolt straight through him.
“Oh, Larissa,” he murmured, cupping her face to meet her gaze. Her cheeks flushed prettily, her eyes wide and vulnerable. “You like that, don’t you? Being told how stunning you are.”
She didn’t speak, but her silence was answer enough. Elias’ grin softened, turning tender as he kissed her forehead. “God, you’re gorgeous. Every inch of you.”
Her breath hitched, and he felt her melt into his touch, her hands sliding up his chest.
“Sweetheart,” he murmured, his voice dropping, “you deserve to be worshipped.”
Something in her expression cracked at that, and Elias didn’t hesitate. He eased her back onto the couch, kneeling between her legs as he slid her blouse off her shoulders, revealing pale skin and a delicate lace bra.
“You’re incredible,” he breathed, pressing soft kisses to her collarbone. “So damn perfect.”
His hands roamed reverently, fingers tracing the curve of her waist, her hips, before slipping beneath her skirt. Larissa arched into his touch with a soft gasp, and he couldn’t help but murmur praise into her skin.
“That’s it,” he whispered, nipping gently at her throat. “So responsive. You’re perfect for me, Larissa.”
She whimpered softly, clutching his shoulders, and that sound spurred him on. He slid her skirt up over her hips, revealing lace panties that matched her bra.
“Stunning,” he whispered, kissing her thigh, his hands smoothing over her soft skin. “You’re like a dream.”
Her breath came faster as he hooked his fingers under the waistband of her panties, dragging them down slowly. He pressed open-mouthed kisses along her inner thighs, taking his time, savoring her.
“Please,” she whispered, and the soft crack in her voice nearly undid him.
“Anything for you,” he murmured, settling between her legs and finally tasting her.
Her moan was soft but desperate, one hand flying to his hair as she tilted her head back against the couch. Elias worked her slowly, teasing with his tongue until she was trembling, his hands gripping her thighs to keep her steady.
“Good girl,” he whispered against her, his voice low and reverent. “That’s it. You’re doing so well for me.”
She gasped at the words, hips twitching. He grinned against her, redoubling his efforts, murmuring praise between every flick of his tongue.
“You’re perfect. So sweet. So beautiful like this.”
Larissa’s moans grew louder, her thighs trembling as she reached the edge.
“Let go for me,” he whispered. “Come for me, sweetheart. I’ve got you.”
The praise undid her completely. She came with a soft cry, her body shuddering under his mouth, and Elias held her through it, murmuring praise and kissing her thighs softly.
When she finally opened her eyes, flushed and breathing hard, he kissed her softly.
“You’re incredible,” he murmured, brushing hair from her face. “Let me take care of you, Larissa.”
She nodded wordlessly, her usual control shattered in the most beautiful way.
Elias undressed quickly, settling between her legs again. He lined himself up, pausing to kiss her deeply, letting her feel the weight of his desire.
“You’re perfect,” he whispered again as he eased into her slowly.
She gasped, nails digging into his shoulders, her body arching to meet his.
“Elias,” she breathed, her voice breaking.
“God, you feel amazing,” he groaned, holding himself still for a moment to savor the heat of her around him. “So perfect. So good for me.”
He moved slowly at first, drawing out every gasp, every sigh. Larissa clung to him, breathless and trembling, her walls fluttering around him with each deep thrust.
“You’re gorgeous,” he whispered against her ear. “Every sound you make, every look—fuck, Larissa, you drive me insane.”
She moaned softly, the praise unraveling her further, and he kissed her neck, her shoulder, her lips, worshipping every inch of her.
Their pace quickened, and he held her close, murmuring encouragements with every thrust.
“Good girl. That’s it. So perfect for me. You’re incredible.”
She came again, her body tightening around him, pulling a groan from his lips as he buried himself deep, spilling into her with a shudder.
They stayed tangled together, breathless and shaking, Elias kissing her softly as she caught her breath.
“You okay?” he murmured.
Larissa gave a soft, shaky laugh. “More than okay.”
He smiled, brushing a kiss to her temple. “Beautiful,” he whispered again, and her blush deepened, proving she’d never get tired of hearing it.
For once, Larissa Weems wasn’t Principal Weems, untouchable and poised. She was just Larissa—soft, vulnerable, utterly worshipped.