(Rooming with Royals Sequel) He's the prince of werewolves. She's the princess of demons and witches. Silently falling for her childhood best friend, Aya doubts the chance of them ever becoming together and denies the feelings she has for him.
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~Aya
Our lips synced in a perfect rhythm, passionate yet urgent. He nipped my lower lip, taking it between his teeth and bit gently causing a pleasant chill to run through me.
He raised my hands, securing them above my head, his lips devouring my own. The kiss became more heated, his tongue twirling against mine in an act of dominance, showing me that even in a simple kiss he was in control. His other hand roamed my body, trailing down to grasp my ass and I moaned in response.
"Jace." I whispered out of breath, staring into his eyes that were now a deep green, my chest heaving up and down. I bit my lips stifling another moan as he pressed himself against me and my breath hitched feeling the large bulge in his pants.
"I want you so bad love." He murmured lowly, planting kisses along my collarbone, kissing down my neck, his tongue coming out in hot licks as he reached my mark. Fuck.
My insides clenched and I felt a throbbing ach in between my legs. He paused all of a sudden, pulling back slightly, his entire body tensed smelling my arousal.
"Mine." He growled, his lips attacking mine in a demanding manner, and I responded just the same. I didn't know where my rise of confidence came from, but all I knew was that it was just there.
He kneaded my breasts through the material of the dress moving from one to the other, the soft moans I let out blended with his intense growls. It wasn't until his hand moved under my dress, slowly reaching the place I wanted him to touch the most that he stopped feverishly, realization dawning onto his features.
I whined, bringing my face closer to his neck and nibbled his earlobe, daring him to continue. "Aya," He breathed out, his voice coming out as strained, fighting his inner beast.
"Don't stop." I whispered, the desire evident in my tone.
"Are you sure? I won't be able to stop once I'm started." He was staring at me, searching for even a slightest pinch of hesitation, but there was none.
"Make me yours." That's all it took for him to lose all the last bit of control be was holding back. Our clothes scattered on the floor as Jace laid me on the bed, torturing me sweetly with that exquisite mouth of his.
"Fucking beautiful." He growled, placing kisses up my inner thigh, making heat pool between my legs.
I fisted my hand in his hair, throwing my head backward and moaned loudly as he skillfully worked his magic. He took his sweet time, enjoying my cries of pleasure, making me reach heights I've never reached before.
'I love you' He said as he made love to me, his voice ringing in my mind for the first time.
It was strange and unexpected when I was able to feel his emotions and hear his thoughts. We became one, two bodies and one soul, or as his kinds calls it, mated.
