Mated To The Cruel Prince novel Chapter 236

Chapter 236: I Enjoy Being Your God

Aldric kissed her. At least, his other personality did. The kiss was demanding, devouring, and almost violent. This other Aldric was not here to ease her into the feeling, but rather to take from her as if he was entitled to her. He called her princess, but he sure wasn’t kissing like one.

"Mmmm," Not that Islinda wasn’t complaining. The heat from earlier has returned and it pooled low in her belly. He punished her with a harsh kiss, invading her mouth with his tongue and entangling it with hers. By the gods, this felt so good.

Islinda was swimming in pleasure she didn’t even realize when her back hit the bed as the intense kiss went on without interruption. If there was any familiarity between both Aldric’s, it was their love for biting. This other Aldric took her lower lips in between his teeth, sucking and nibbling on it. He bit her, enough to taste blood, kissing her harder and drinking up every bit of drop, moaning against her mouth.

The sound echoed through her, and Islinda felt wetness coming from her panties. She lost self-control the instant his lips descended on hers and now wanted the hardness of his body crushing against her. Her wish soon got fulfilled because Aldric’s arousal pushed into her stomach and her body responded with wet heat. Islinda was both frightened and aroused at the same time. Of course, desire overrode her sense of reasoning.

Islinda was breathless when they broke apart and she greedily sucked in air. Not that the passion was diminished when they parted, Aldric kissed her neck, finding the soft spot there, and sucked it while Islinda moaned beneath him. If she were to look into the mirror right now, Islinda could not recognize herself as the woman panting and writhing beneath Aldric. She wasn’t supposed to cross the line, and yet she wanted it all the same.

While his lips grazed her neck, his hands found her breasts and kneaded them, Islinda moaned at the pleasure that exploded through her legs. By the gods, she couldn’t take it anymore. The ache was beginning to kill her. And to make it worse, Aldric ground his body against that throbbing pot, stars exploded in her vision.

Islinda realized she was a goner. But that move was not enough to relieve the heat pounding between her legs. Damn the consequences, she wanted Aldric right now.

He sat back to watch her and Islinda was rendered speechless at his faintly glowing blue eyes, heavy with lust and the devilish smirk that curled his lips. The other Aldric licked that spot on her lip where he wounded her and declared with lidded eyes, "You are mine, princess."

A thrill went through Islinda and it was not from pleasure, but terror. She was not his. She belonged to no one, especially not him. The passion was doused out by that statement, but that was until his lips closed over hers once again and the heat returned. Aldric seems to induce the desire with just one touch.

Disappointment hits Islinda in the chest when he separates from her without warning until she realizes what he is up to as he crawls down her body. She looked down and the smile on his face was devious, alongside a dark promise of what was to come in his eyes. Islinda swallowed, her heart rate picking up. Was she ready for this?

Yet Islinda did nothing as Aldric pushed up her skirt till it bunched around her stomach. Her heart missed several beats as Aldric got rid of her panties and her face flushed in shame. This was so embarrassing.

"My God, Aldric," She cried out, focusing on the pleasure that he was giving her. freewebnøvel_com

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