บททั้งหมดของ THE UNLIKELY PAIR: THE PRINCESS AND THE TRAITOR’s SON: บทที่ 31 - บทที่ 40

JESSE’s POV I have never experienced anything as wonderful as the feelings I just felt over the past few hours. Is this the reason why people rave about sex? I want to do it again. As if reading my thoughts, the Princess mutters. You have got to give me time to recover, honey. There was no regret in her voice, only satisfaction. I did that. My chest puffed up. There has been little to be proud about in my life, but today I made the young woman I love purr with pleasure. Watching her achieve her orgasm was the most astonishing sight I have ever seen. Though I was desperate to have her again, as I felt my hunger for her stir within me, I will never go against her wishes. Gently, so as not to cause her more discomfort, I withdrew my semi-erect dick from her cunt, and when I looked down between her legs, I winced at the mess I created. Her thighs are coated with blood and my semen. Without thinking of my actions, I bent my head to clean her up. “What are you doing?” The Prin

JESSE’s POV For years, I have longed to be within the cold and aged walls of this academy. To be here is all I have ever dreamed of, not because I love studying, but because I have an agenda. A promise made on my parents' grave—to avenge their death- even though those lies are empty without their bodies. We weren't allowed to see them. Yet for the first time in my life since I lost my parents, I felt reluctant to return to the school. As the old Victorian building of the school loomed ahead, I felt a dread in my soul that had nothing to do with the dangers lurking in the forest. That has nothing on this new fear. An emotion I never thought I would ever feel in my life, at least not like this. I fear that once we walk out of this forest, whatever happened between the Princess and me would be forgotten. She would go back to being the Ice Princess, return to her borgoie friends, and I would be relegated to the background, back to being the freak everyone is weary of—the loser who d

While we stood around watching the girls fight, Sasha leaned in and whispered. “So you fucked him.” My heart slammed hard against my ribs. Am I that obvious? I turned sharply in the direction of my dark friend, and her eyes were there waiting, as if she expected the movement. She had her arms casually folded against her chest, her dark chocolate brown eyes staring back at me with humor in their depth. No judgment. Not yet, at least. I held her gaze, checking if she was fishing or if she actually knew something. I know I can't hide what happened between Jesse and me for long, but I am not yet ready to admit it loudly, so for now, denial is the best course of action. I wiped every trace of emotion from my face and pushed down the mild distress churning inside me at being found out. Acting causally, I turned away from my very perceptive friend, returning my attention to the fight going on in front of us. “I don't know what you are talking about.” The flatness and disinter

I arrived at the training courtyard to find Mr. Omari waiting for me. “How are the classes?” He asked with a casual interest. “Good,” I shrugged. I mean, I am doing fine in all my classes except the magic class. The lessons with Mr. Omari and the Princess—I shivered at the thought of the Princess as my mind slipped briefly into last night's encounter—had helped a lot, but I still have issues with my control. “Hey! Earth to Jesse,” Mr. Omari snapped his fingers in front of my face to snap me out of my thoughts. I blinked and stared blankly at the teacher. “Where did you go?” He asked curiously, his brown eyes staring at me with interest. He was looking a little closer than he usually did when we met privately. “Nowhere,” I answered flatly, my tone detached. He doesn't pursue his curiosity, but rather moves on to the reason why we are here. “You have improved,” he observes after I easily evoked my powers without having to strain my mind. I shrugged again. “Been practicing.”

The next morning, I stepped out of my room dressed spectacularly as usual. Sasha came out of hers first, and when our eyes met, she glared at me. I whispered a smile at her sulky attitude. My girl is still mad at me for outing her to the redhead. Cat emerged second, looking like a preschool student in her flowery dress and double ponytail hairstyle. She looks cute. I notice Sasha’s expression change at the sight of the redhead. Desire mixed with regret and pain. Cat meets my gaze first, a shy smile lighting her features, as she greets me. Her smile disappears when she looks past me to the girl behind me. Her expression grew guarded and slightly hesitant. “Sash,” she greets, her tone reserved. My dark friend nods without a word. I looked from one girl to another, and they were both doing a good job of pretending the other was invisible. I have no time for drama, and I hate tension in the group. “So, which one of you wants to leave the group?” They react immediatel