The Nature of Desire

"You're thinking too small. Of course you'll graduate. And most assuredly with highest honors. That's expected. I want to know what you desire," he purred, lowering his head once more so that he whispered them to her, a heaviness to the word. Desire. It was curling, suggestive. It sent a shock of heat and electricity down her spine, pooling at the apex of her thighs.