The Hidden Princess At All-Boys Alpha Academy

Chapter 0719

"Oh, look who's talking," he murmurs, running his hands up my thighs and then sitting up a little as he reaches further back, one hand cupping my ass while the other slides up my back, obliging me to lean a little closer into him. "Miss I dress as a boy every day, never wear

makeup, sometimes have black eyes, and still drive my mate absolutely insane."

I grin at him, my brain a little more than fuzzy, blocking out the memories of these two horrible days. And I really give myself over to the moment, allowing my mate to just...make me feel good. "Insane?" I whisper, leaning closer. "Just how insane are we talking here?" "Completely unhinged," he murmurs, leaning back and taking me with him. "Here - let me show you."

Luca kisses me, and a little groan of want slips out of my lips as he rolls me over in his sheets.

In the next half hour Luca again makes it abundantly clear that he knows what he's doing - that he knows precisely what I like and he's very, very willing to give it to me. He kisses me almost languidly, taking his time unbuttoning my shirt and unfolding it to reveal my skin beneath. His palms are cool against my hot skin, sending shivers through me in waves.

Luca takes his mouth from mine for a moment to help me tug my bra off over my head, tossing it to the ground and then tossing his own shirt after it. My breath is stolen from me as I admire, again, the golden gleam of his tanned skin.

it?" I murmur, tracing my fingers down the hard ridges of his stomach. "Stay

himself to press a kiss to my stomach, chasing it with a teasing little lick that makes my breath catch. "Seriously, gorgeous?" he asks, looking up at

fingers through his pretty blonde-brown hair, and he lowers his face again

off and then again adding his own to the pile.

are ripped from me the moment he pulls my panties down over my thighs, and ducks his head beneath my legs, and gives me

moan, my head

fingers twisting in Luca's hair as he continues to lick me,

down

steady stroke, how he's drawing this out,

never, ever been above

I moan, wanting more, my hips rising up against him as Luca presses his tongue harder and faster, but still quite tender, against that one spot. He sends a cool little pulse down the bond, bidding me to be patient, but

hand from its place wrapped around my thigh. Then he flicks his tongue against that tiny spot at the center of me as he obeys my order and deftly presses two fingers into me, curling them deliciously before he