Mated To The Cruel Prince novel Chapter 270

Chapter 270: The Winter Queen’s Curse

You should sleep, princess." Aldric said, his breath hot and heavy on her ear, and Islinda shivered at the thrill that went through her. She would have prayed for the heavens to help her, but it seems they were intent on testing her self-control today. She could not handle this temptation at all.

But then, how could she sleep? When her face was practically pressed to Aldric’s chest, she could feel the heat emanating from his body and his male strength.

Islinda breathed in and out, realizing further how intoxicating Aldric’s scent was. His scent was akin to a drug that she couldn’t help but want to taste over and over again. It was engulfing and made her head swim.

It was a dangerous feeling considering her attraction to this Fae was suddenly heightened and had the urge to trace every bulging muscle. Not Just that, perhaps sink her teeth into his flesh and have a bite. Fuck. What has gotten into her? Her libido has gone haywire.

"I have a question," Islinda decided talking would keep her distracted from all the steamy thoughts roaming in her head. Moreover, this seemed like the perfect time to get answers from this willing Aldric.

Aldric pulled away just enough to look down at her, but his arm remained locked around her waist.

"What are you curious about, princess?" He asked, his attention fixed on her.

Islinda was a bit intimidated by the intensity of his gaze. It was almost as if she was the only thing in this world that interested him and to be honest, the emotion scared her. However, she was able to compose herself and said, "It’s about you."

For a second, there was nothing but silence only for his lips to curl into a knowing grin and he answered seductively, "You’re free to know everything about me. And I mean, anything, including the little things. Not that there is anything little about me."

Islinda went red in the face realizing how ambiguous his words were. So much ego! She cleared her throat and attempted to sit up, but Aldric pulled her back down.

Islinda blinked in confusion, "What are you doing?"

"We can talk while lying down." He insisted.

Damn it.

Islinda didn’t like this position at all. It was too intimate. They were so close they practically breathed each other’s air. Not to mention, her attention was being drawn to his taut chest and It was distracting. Then came his gaze, while it was blue and not the eerie black, it felt all-seeing and she couldn’t lie to him while staring him dead in the eyes.

"Fine." She gave in knowing it was useless arguing with him, "Have you always been this way?"

"You mean how long has Aldric been mad?"

"Mad?" Islinda whispered, tentatively. It was definitely the perfect word for Aldric yet she felt uncomfortable using it, especially now he meant it literally.

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