Mated To The Cruel Prince novel Chapter 294

Chapter 294: It Was Well Served

The Fae eventually healed her, but the session was as awkward and tense as hell. No, Islinda couldn’t be happier when it was all over. She felt pity for the Fae though, choosing to put herself in her shoes. If anyone hurt Eli and forced her into healing his date, she would be furious. But just like the smart female Fae, she too wanted to live.

It was moments like this that Islinda didn’t know whether to applaud or scold Eli. Sure, he did a very good job but his disregard for others’ lives was troubling.

It seemed romantic because he seemed to hold affection for her, but what if all this changes and she’s at the receiving end of his anger? Would he care if she lived or died? Or would he end her with his own hand as he claimed to have done to his first love?

A shudder ran through Islinda. She was a lot more anxious about that now knowing she was about to betray his trust. Things could go well for her and she successfully escapes and gets the freedom to live out the rest of her life, hidden in the human realm. Or this could go really bad with the probability of her ending up dead.

Determined to tackle the problems as they came, Islinda felt her nose, relieved to find out the slight bend was gone and it didn’t hurt anymore. Her eyes connected with Eli’s who observed her while she checked out her nose.

"Don’t worry princess, you’re as good as new." He assured her, slightly amused.

"Thank you." Islinda honestly complimented him. Although it was not perfect, this was the best date she ever had. She had enjoyed herself so far and he won a cute fluffy cat as well. Islinda couldn’t wait to receive her prize.

"You need not thank me, princess. I couldn’t stand to see a scratch on your beautiful face," He reached out and caressed her cheek, her pulse racing.

The air between them was suddenly heavy with anticipation and Islinda realized this was the moment she held up her own end of the bargain. She couldn’t help but get nervous, after all, she had promised him one big kiss.

Eli covered the space between them, his chest pressing against her, leaving Islinda aware of his beating hard as he slowly lowered his head, his lips hovering above hers. He paused just mere inches from their lips meeting, gently cradling her face, and told smugly, "I’m going to enjoy this."

He then placed his lips on hers and Islinda was enveloped by the tantalizing heat, practically melting into him. However, that was the point where everything gentle ended about Eli and he pressed his lips harder. Islinda made a surprise noise in her throat and parted her lips as Eli pushed his tongue into her mouth.

By the gods, Islinda moaned as he tasted and explored her. Eli equally made a noise in his throat as if he couldn’t get enough, starved for her taste. While he devoured her mouth, his hands came down to the small of her back, pressing her into him as if they could get any closer than that. Islinda was made aware of his arousal when he traced further downwards, cupping and tracing her rounded ass, rubbing her against him till her moans were a musical chant in his ear.

Her lungs demanded oxygen but who needed to breathe when there was so much heat it would burn up the air? Their lips moved in sync as if they had practiced this role so many times, no, they were simply perfect for each other. Eli parts from the kiss just enough for her to get air into her lungs and she doesn’t faint on him.

Eli’s eyes were darkened with desire, his iris almost glowing and his hands groped her delightfully, having been given the privilege. Islinda placed her hands on his chest as he swooped down and their mouth crashed once more.

Islinda kissed him with hunger, her body wound tight as she welcomed his deeper kiss. Her legs were aching with wet heat and she ground against him, oblivious to the world around them as she winded her fingers into his hair to pull his face closer. The kiss was passionate and feverish.

But Eli soon took the control from her, grabbing her hair till the action bordered on painful, not that Islinda minded, the pain only seemed to fuel her arousal. He took her bottom lip into his mouth. Islinda let out a long moan as he nipped till he drew blood, relishing that weird fetish of his.

They kissed and kissed and kissed till her mouth stung and it felt like an hour had passed even though the kiss was supposed to last five minutes. Only then did Eli pull away, leaving her dazed and breathless. Islinda stumbled when she tried to move, her legs had become like jelly.

She stared at Eli who gave her his signature smug grin, looking very much like a god of both love and mischief, as he held her close to his body. A flush made its way to her cheeks and she was tempted to fan her face. Dear gods, that had been one hell of a kiss. The feel of his soft lips and his taste lingered, heightening the ache between her legs.

Her resolve not to bed Eli was completely shattered and she wanted to jump him so badly, the thought scared her. Islinda quickly gathered what was left of her self-control and was able to compose herself. freēwebnovel.com

She stepped away from him as his grip relaxed, "I guess this is it."

"Indeed, it was well served." Eli concurred, touching his bottom lips with a knowing look and a hot flush warmed her cheeks again. Islinda looked towards the sky, the gods helped her tonight.

Islinda turned away, stopping short as all eyes were on her. Wait a minute, were the audience watching her this whole time? Islinda grimaced inwardly, this was so embarrassing.

Suddenly, the crowd erupted in cheers and applause to her surprise. What were they cheering for and for whom? Was it for winning the race? giving them a good show? Or both? Or was it just Eli’s glory all along? Islinda could sense some part of the crowd heckling the celebration. Nonetheless, she accepted the applause in good faith.

The stall owner returned, his hand was now wrapped in clean bandages, and he came to her with the Wrry cat.

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