Andria's POV
"I can see that you are looking me up. You like what you see?" He chuckled, rolling the pen in his hands. "I need not ask that."
I couldn't help but drool. My mind travels to that very day on his sheets, the way his hands, lips and tongue worshipped my body—the way he brought me to orgasms with his lips and his length.
Heat rushed up my neck to my cheeks.
Kaelric's lips curved slowly.
"So you remember that," he murmured. "Interesting. I thought the Alpha successors might have torn my touch away from your mind."
My entire body went hot with embarrassment.
"Stop reading my mind," I snapped, folding my arms.
He smirked, unapologetic. "Then stop thinking so loudly. You know I can't help it, you always sound funny in there."
"I… that's not…Sir Kaelric!" I stuttered, embarrassed.
His eyes glittered with lazy amusement. "I could always remind you how it feels when I'm inside you."
