The Hidden Princess At All-Boys Alpha Academy

Chapter 0582

The next thing I know, Jackson and I are cliffside and he is snatching me close to him with a wicked snarl, surprising a laugh out of me that he quickly silences with a proper kiss - the long, deep, knee-jellying kind that quickly has me rather desperate, pressing my body

tight against him and winding my arms around his neck.

The growl that builds in Jackson's chest is satisfyingly hungry as he pulls me to the ground with him, my legs finding their place on either side of his hips as he settles me on his lap, deepening the kiss and letting one hand get lost in my hair while the other traces down the line of my back. I'm basically panting a few minutes later when he breaks the kiss, looking at me with his gorgeous sapphire eyes lazy and half-lidded. "Hi," he whispers.

I ignore the word, emitting a little desperate huff and lifting my chin, wanting more, but Jackson just laughs again and turns us, laying me out on the soft grass by the cliff of our dreamscape, cradling my head gently in his hand. "Trust me, I want nothing more than to kiss you all night," he murmurs, dropping his lips to my neck and tracing long, lingering kisses there. "So do it," I whine, desperately unhappy that he apparently wants to talk when things were getting so good.

Jackson just laughs and presses one final kiss to my mouth before he shakes his head at me. I sigh, tracing my fingers along his cheek and staring up at his face, noting and not at all displeased that Jackson doesn't make any move to lift his body from where it presses deliciously all along the length of mine.

He grins at me, sensing my emotions, and I just bite my lip. "It's your fault," I whisper. "For being so hot."

Jackson laughs, grinning at me, shaking his head. "I didn't choose to be so devastatingly good looking, Ariel," he murmurs. "Can't blame me for that."

"Yes I can," I whine, covering my face with my hands, unable to look at him without wanting to grab his shirt and pull him down further on top of me and kiss him until I pass out or die or whatever comes next. "Unfair."

know," he murmurs, tracing his hand achingly down the length of my

glare at him. "Or

think entertained and pleased. "It's just discipline,

- it's a magical dream state! There are no rules here, no one to impress with

he says, calm and even. "Make

perfectly at peace - even if just mildly sexually frustrated. I raise my hand and rake my fingers

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even as his eyes go half-shut with the pleasure of having his head scratched. "I can tell and I

it's a very natural emotion. You don't always have to

just want to

I whisper, continuing to trace

very tough and scary," he says, his voice pitching deeper, more threatening. But I just laugh. "Nobody needs to reminded

I won't tell the enemies" I say softly. "Your

dropping a kiss to my