Mated To The Cruel Prince novel Chapter 213

Chapter 213: She Wanted More

Islinda could not let Aldric coerce her into this, yet no sooner had the words left his lips did his mouth sealed over her.

No!

She let out a desperate cry, which was swallowed up in the devouring kiss. It was rough, demanding, and mostly punishing. She could almost imagine Aldric laughing at her helplessness, so though the deep kisses left her senses reeling, anger still coursed through her veins and she couldn’t let Aldric have the win here.

She bit him hard on his lips, enough to draw blood, but instead of hurting the damn Fae, it only spurred him on. Aldric growled, holding her head still as he deepened the kiss and all Islinda could feel was his tongue invading her mouth and the strong metallic, bitter taste of blood. Her stomach lurched and nausea rose to her throat at the thought of consuming his blood.

This was sick. Aldric was sick. Yet Islinda couldn’t help the moan that slipped from her mouth when Aldric cupped her breast and squeezed it. Aldric parted from her yet his feverish and dilated eyes didn’t stray one bit, he watched her flushed expression with satisfaction.

Islinda saw him trace the spot where she wounded him with his tongue and his expression was delightfully lustful, evil, and dangerous. Aldric looked as if he was going to consume her whole yet it still sent a thrill through her. And finally, she confirmed it, something was indeed wrong with her head.

Heat pounded between her legs and Aldric tilted his head, wasting no time to lock his lips with hers again, Islinda moaning loudly as he kneaded her sensitive breast. She couldn’t think anymore, lost in the overwhelming heat and pleasure he provided. The dark Fae prince claimed her lips in a bruising and harsh kiss, his cool tongue sliding into his mouth to play with her.

When he ground his body against that aching spot, she arched into him while crying out in ecstacy. Islinda could not believe that the lascivious sounds echoing across the room were from her and while it was wrong, it felt so good. That move from Aldric made her see stars and by the gods, she didn’t want him to stop - as wrong as it sounded.

As if her hips had a mind of its own, it arched up, pressing into him and Aldric made a low sound into her mouth. The sound sent a thrill of excitement through her, to think that she had a bit of influence over Aldric too. She managed to free one of her hands, moving to trace and caress the tip of his ear as Aldric’s breath quickened and was heavy.

In return, Aldric kissed her harder till her lips hurt and felt numb; she almost couldn’t feel them anymore. The hint of his blood on her tongue did not disgust her anymore and when Aldric lifted her leg and wrapped it around him, she didn’t protest and clung to him as if her life depended on it.

Her body screamed with need and she wished for Aldric to never stop. A low growl ripped from his throat, gripping her harder, grinding against Islinda as the pleasure built inside of her. She could almost feel herself reaching the edge only for him to suddenly stop her.

Islinda let out a sound of protest, She was aching with the wet heat between her legs and Aldric wasn’t any better because she could feel the bulge in his pants and it pressed against her stomach, arousing her more. Yet he wouldn’t give her the satisfaction she needed, silencing her cries with a hungry kiss, almost like a drowning man seeking water.

And while his lips distracted her, his hand slipped beneath her nightwear, shivering as his hand trailed along the inside of her thighs. Unlike earlier when she stopped him, her pulse spiked with anticipation.

So when Aldric’s hand slipped inside her panties, tugged it to the side, and stroked through her wetness, Islinda broke away from the kiss and let out a loud moan, her back arching off the bed. By the gods, Aldric was going to be the death of her.

She could barely focus on her environment as Aldric’s fingers worked her clit with expert precision that had her screaming out till her voice was hoarse and she was close to finding her release. Then he stopped moving and while she was seconds away from hurling profanities at him, he slipped a finger into her moist heat, just where she needed him the most.

"The gods help me...." Islinda moaned. frёeweɓηovel_coɱ

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