Islinda’s sharp intake of breath indicated her shock as Aldric kissed her with a gentleness she never thought he was capable of. It elicited a moan from her mouth and he swallowed the sound, heat emanating from his body.
Islinda told herself that she had no choice but to do so. She was Aldric’s prisoner and couldn’t resist his advances. Wasn’t that what prisoners of war do, please their masters to avoid being put to death? That she wasn’t enjoying this and it was all for Aldric’s sexual gratification. Alter ego or not, the both of them were the same.
Yet her body trembled under his touch, her pulse racing and her heart pounding in her chest. When Aldric easily parted her lips with his tongue, tasting and exploring her mouth, Islinda knew that she was a goner. She kissed him back with so much passionate zeal and just when she had decided to give in to the heat between them, Aldric pulled away.
Islinda let out a frustrated groan before heat rose to her cheeks and she realized that she was behaving like the lustful one here. By the gods, Islinda was so embarrassed she wished the ground could open up and swallow her at this moment. What would he think of her now?
However, Aldric laughed, finding her reaction cute. He announced heartily, "It’s good to know the facts have been proven."
The gods help her.
Islinda lifted a hand to her face but he pulled down the hand and bared her to him. Suddenly, there was a serious look on his face.
"However, since you won’t answer my question. It’s time for your body to truthfully reveal whether you missed me or not."
"What?"
That was all Islinda had to say before his lips slammed down on her with a fierceness that knocked the breath out of her lungs. There was no time to recover as Aldric raked his hand through her hair in a harsh hold and her body gave in to his demands.
Islinda couldn’t breathe, their kiss deepening into something ravenous and demanding. She moaned as the liquid fire surged through her veins. Islinda melted into him, unaware of everything else around her. She wrapped her arms around his neck, wanting more as he deepened the kiss.
She let Aldric’s tongue in and he drank from her nectar, exploring her mouth as if there was some hidden treasure only he knew of. Each caress of his lips and swirl of the tongue pulled down every one of her defenses until she was putty in his hands.
Through his clothing, Islinda could feel his hardness against her thigh and she kissed him harder as the need overwhelmed her. Aldric must not have expected it because he sucked in a sharp breath when her hand slipped beneath his tunic and traced the tight lines of his muscles over his abdomen.
As a warrior, Aldric was thoroughly built and she loved feeling each bump under her fingers. Aldric suddenly pulled away, leaving her dazed, and breathless. What now? Arousal had the blood rushing to her head and she couldn’t think straight.
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