His gaze scorched the very air around them as Shouta Aizawa found himself entrapped in a web of unspoken desire. A heavy quiet settled, punctuated only by the thumping of his own heart.
Every touch was a spark leading to a raging fire. He knew this was wrong yet felt powerless to resist.
Their bodies intertwined, a symphony of sighs and moans echoing in the dimly lit room. This secret world was his only escape.
He reveled in the forbidden pleasure every look sending shivers down his spine. Boundaries dissolved between teacher and student.
Aizawa's control shattered and he surrendered to the raw intensity of the moment. Every nerve ending alive.
The illicit encounter deepened, a dangerous dance on the edge of discovery. He craved more.
Whispers of desire filled the air as their bodies moved in perfect rhythm. Shouta lost himself completely.
The weight of their secret pressed down yet only fueled their hunger. Resistance was futile.
Aizawa's world narrowed to this single intoxicating sensation. Nothing else mattered.
He gave in fully under the weight of their combined heat. His body sang.
Their desires intensified with each passing moment. Shouta was utterly consumed.
A tremor ran through him with suppressed urges. Pure instinct took over.
Aizawa allowed himself to be completely overtaken by the moment. No turning back.
Their connection deepened mirroring the fire in their souls. He was hers.
Aizawa's breath hitched as he reached the peak of his desire. Pure bliss.
A rhythmic throb echoed in unison a symbol of their shared passion. A secret unleashed.
Her touch ignited him, an electric current coursing through his veins. A night to remember.
Aizawa collapsed against her exhausted but profoundly satisfied. Their passion sated.
The morning light dawned exposing the remnants of their forbidden night. Aizawa carried the memory.
He knew the risks yet he couldnt resist the pull of their dark connection. Aizawa was hers.
