Chapter 95: Chapter 95: Millia’s Lonely Nights ***

At night, Millia was inside his room in the female dormitory, which had been arranged using Mariana’s influence.

She was in a serene mood, watching through the window at the bustling Capital City market in the distance.

Her thoughts drifted to Adonis. Imagining his handsome face, she pouted.

“Hmph, ever since I arrived in this Academy, he hasn’t touched me once. Is it because of his new darling Princess? Does he fear her so much that he cannot even come inside my room once?”

Her hands reached over her breasts, squeezing them just like Adonis would have. Groping them fully, kneading them like dough.

After a while, she let out a frustrated sigh.

“It’s not working as it should. My breasts only want to feel his touch.”

Next, her hand reached under her underwear, touching the sensitive flower.

She started fingering herself, just like she had done ever since the night he claimed her as his.

To relieve herself from the sexual frustration, she often had to resort to this shameful act.

She found her cave was already damp.

The realization made her cheeks burn with shame and yearning.

“Adonis…” she breathed his name like a prayer as she pushed the fabric aside.

Two fingers slid through her slick folds, gathering wetness before circling her swollen clit in slow, tight motions, just the way he liked to tease her.

Her hips jerked forward involuntarily.

“Nngh… not enough—”

She pressed harder, rubbing faster, but the ache only deepened.

She missed the weight of his body pinning her down. Missed the stretch of his thick cock forcing her walls apart. Missed the filthy praise he would growl against her ear while he pounded into her from the back.

Her breathing grew ragged.

She plunged two fingers inside herself, curling them upward to stroke that sensitive spot he always found so easily.

Schlick… schlick…

The wet sound echoed obscenely in the quiet room.

She bit her lower lip to stifle a moan, but it slipped out anyway.

“Adonis~ please~ harder!”

In her mind he was there, looming over her, black hair falling into his golden eyes, hips snapping forward with brutal precision while he whispered how perfect her tight little pussy felt wrapped around him.

Her thumb pressed down on her clit at the same rhythm.

Faster.

Harder.

Her inner walls fluttered desperately around her fingers.

“I’m, I’m close…”

She imagined his voice.

“Come for me, Millia. Soak my cock like a good girl.”

The fantasy tipped her over.

Her stomach pushed off the bed.

“Ahh! Adonis!!”

Her pussy clamped down hard on her fingers as she came.

Spurt.

Hot nectar gushed over her hand like a faucet, soaking the sheets beneath her.

She collapsed backward, chest heaving, thighs trembling.

Tears pricked the corners of her eyes. It was not from sadness, but from the overwhelming emptiness that followed.

Her fingers slowly slipped out of slippery pink cave, empty and begging.

She stared at the ceiling, heart still racing.

“It’s not enough,” she whispered to the dark. “It’s never enough without you Adonis.”

She rolled onto her side, hugging the pillow he should have been occupying, and pressed her face into it.

“I miss you so much, Adonis.”

“I need you. Please come to me tonight…”

She curled tighter around the pillow, thighs pressed together to ease the lingering craving of her pussy.

Just then, she felt a heavy weight on her back.

It was undeniably another person’s body. A male one, at that.

She stiffened the moment he pinned her from behind, hip to hip, shoulder over shoulder, leaving almost no gap.

The position was domineering and extremely sensual.

“Who are you? Get off me!” she barked while trying her best to turn around to see his face.

But the man’s strength was too strong.

He kept pressing his cock onto her plump ass as if wanting to pierce through the wet fabric.

She could feel the monstrous cock against her ass crack, and it made her more frightened.

Was she going to be violated today?

If so, how was she going to show her face to Adonis, her love?

She was already shaking and thinking of committing suicide by biting her tongue before the unthinkable happened.

It was at that moment the man’s tongue latched onto her neck, whispering in a husky voice,

“It’s me, my love.”

Hearing the familiar voice, her heart skipped a beat.

She was finally able to turn around, only to see his impossibly handsome face right above hers.

He was more manly and charming than the last time they had sex.

“Adonis! woo woo,” she instantly hugged him tightly to her chest, letting him feel every curve of her soft body.

Chest against chest, belly against belly, pussy against his hard cock.

Only their clothes separated them from being one.

She was sobbing into his chest, smacking his back lightly.

“Idiot, idiot. I thought it was someone else. I was so scared. I was about to commit suicide.”

Adonis froze above her, realizing his mistake.

He gazed into her teary black eyes with an apologetic look.

“I’m sorry, Millia,” he said above her lips. “I just wanted to surprise you.”

“Go away! Stay with that Princess forever,” she cried harder, although her arms wrapped around his back as if she never wanted to let go.

Adonis smiled, lowering his lips until they touched her pink lips.

The kiss was light and tender, instantly melting away all the anxiety from her heart.

She instantly melted against him.

When he extended his tongue inside her mouth, she greeted it with her own, feeling the salty mixture of their combined saliva.

Mouth against mouth, tongue against tongue.

The kiss gradually turned very sensual.

They battled with their tongues, sucking each other’s saliva, all while their lower regions rubbed against each other painfully.

But Adonis didn’t want to hurry. She needed emotional intimacy, not just an animal pounding into her cunt.

Adonis pressed his lips to hers in a slow, tender kiss, letting the warmth of their mouths melt away the last of her fear.

He didn’t rush. He simply held her close, chest to chest, letting her feel every steady beat of his heart against hers.

Millia’s arms tightened around his neck. She kissed him back with desperate tenderness, while letting out small whimpering sounds from her throat as tears slipped down her cheeks and onto his skin.

He finally pulled back just enough to speak, a thin line of saliva broke.

“I’m sorry, Millia. I was stupid. I wanted to surprise you… but I scared you instead.”

She sniffled, burying her face against his throat.

“I thought– I thought someone else had come for me. I thought I’d never see you again. I was ready to bite my tongue so no one could take what belongs to you.”

Adonis’s arms tightened painfully around her.

“Never,” he whispered fiercely. “No one will ever take you from me. Not while I’m breathing.”

He kissed her temple, then her cheek, then the corner of her eye where tears still clung.

“You’re mine. Only mine. Always.”

Millia let out a shaky breath and nodded against his neck.

“I know. I just— I missed you so much. Every night I touch myself thinking of you, but it’s never enough. I need you. I need your hands, your mouth, your manhood. I need to feel you claiming me again.”

Adonis groaned low in his throat. The raw honesty in her voice went straight to his already aching erection.

He rolled them over so she lay beneath him, cradled between his arms. He looked down at her flushed cheeks, tear-streaked face, swollen lips, nightgown rucked up to her hips exposing the soaked cotton of her panties.

“Tell me what you need love,” he murmured, brushing a strand of dark hair from her forehead.

“Tell me exactly how you want me to take you tonight.”

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