Witchling Academy Semester Eight - Avery Song Page 0,147
a stupid question.
Festival. Sleepyhead.
Festival...
The mere reminder suddenly clicked in as I tried to recall when I'd decided to take a nap. I could recall going to see Elijah, feeling super tired, and blank.
Oh fucking hell!
My eyes snapped open before I tried to move off my pillow and get out of my bed, only to be stopped as an arm hooked around my waist, keeping me captive.
"Why is my pillow kidnapping me!" I huffed and turned my attention below before I froze. Talk about deja vu.
Here I was, my hands pressed to the sides of my boyfriend, reincarnated husband, and Witchling Academy's president for the last four years, Jax Morgan. This was beyond ironic because we were in his room, just like that moment in time when I fell through his ceiling and on top of his bed that fateful day.
My eyes admired his golden spheres, just like I had back then, as I acknowledged how uniquely mesmerizing they were; they sucked in every ounce of my attention.
It took me a solid moment before I could acknowledge his other features; from those long, flaming ombre locks that I'd come to adore over the years, to his perfect facial structure that had changed a bit to fit his maturity.
His soft lips were still as inviting as ever, and his defined chest had expanded thanks to all the weight training he'd been doing.
I bit my lip as I admired him slowly, as though we suddenly had all the time in the world. It was funny how a simple position from the past could rekindle that first set of emotions and reactions that fluttered through me.
The only difference now was that instead of embarrassment flooding my cheeks in the form of blushing heat, my body thrummed with lust and admiration, as if I hadn't seen Jax in ages.
When I met his eyes once more, I wondered if he experienced anything close to the same. I knew I'd have to break the spell, just like I had back then, but as I began to count backward within my mind, I didn't stand a chance at reaching that magic number one, because he lifted his head up and pressed those exquisite lips firmly on mine.
My original plan to escape went flying out the door as my body reacted like a lit flame, my lips pressing against his impatiently while his hands immediately moved along my body, making me realize I was just in my lingerie.
I couldn't remember how I got into Jax's room back at his family’s house, but I'd have to put those questions aside as I got lost in everything else that resonated with how suddenly turned on I was.
He deepened the kiss and pulled me back against him before rolling us over so he was now on top of me. I already had my hands running down his back while he worked on getting his cock out of his boxers.
Without much delay, he was sliding into me. The action was a little slower to aid in arousing me even further. He stayed still as we continued to make out while I adjusted to his length, and before long he was moving at the perfect pace, the two of us already prepared for this wild ride.
"Jax," I moaned against his lips as he began to move faster.
"Brianne," he groaned my name as he pinned me to the bed before he leaned in and moved his hands along my body until they were on the sides of my hips. He gripped me firmly, his fingernails beginning to dig into my flesh while he watched with those hungry eyes.
My breasts bounced with every thrust as he began to pick up the pace, the two of us moaning and panting without a care in the world. This wasn't back in Semester One when his parents were home and were seconds from interrupting us.
It was only us, and the heat between our scorching hot bodies as we made love.
"Faster, Jax," I begged, and he delivered as he increased his pace further while shifting his position so he fucked me even deeper than before.
We kissed impatiently, our hands roaming across our flesh in haste. I'd missed our intimacy, feeling his burning flesh against mine, having my naked body embraced by his while enjoying the quiet moments of just talking in the midst of the darkness with my hands trailing down his chiseled chest while his long fingers ran through my hair.