Mated To The Cruel Prince novel Chapter 303

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Chapter 303: Mine

Eli must know what she was thinking, because he laughed, howling in enjoyment at her fear as she sat up on the bed.

"Princess, why the surprised look? Isn’t this what you wanted?" He smirked, shamelessly gripping his cock, running his fist up and down the length.

Islinda watched the scene with a lump in her throat that refused to go down. Yes, this was what she wanted. But "that" wasn’t what she wanted. How would he fit inside of her?

Well, he did fit in Rosalind, a small voice said in her head and a sudden rush of jealousy and rage surged in Islinda. At that point, she felt the rushing need to lay back down and spread her legs for him, proving she could take him better and deeper. However, she pushed back the jealousy and reigned in her control, this was no competition - even though she was quite competitive.

Eli took advantage of the distraction and climbed into bed with her, making her lay down on her back, her heart pounding in her throat.

She opened her mouth to protest but Eli hushed her, "Shh, I’ll go easy on you, princess. You don’t have to worry, just sit back and enjoy."

Still, that was not enough assurance.

"But –" Islinda was cut off with a kiss which Eli used to silence her protest. Not that it qualified as a kiss, he simply closed his mouth over hers to keep her from talking.

He parted from her a minute later and when it looked like she still had the energy to speak again, he repeated the same gesture, this time taking a whole lot of time till her lungs demanded air and she hit him on the chest in frustration.

Islinda glared at him while he smirked knowingly, before kissing her properly this time, invading her mouth with his tongue, tangling it with hers, and sucking with fervor. He kissed along her jaw and down her neck, nipping gently and sucking at the bend of her neck and shoulder.

Their lips molded perfectly once more, drowning her with his taste till she was putty in his hands, willing to do whatever he wanted. Breaking the kiss, Eli looked into Islinda’s eyes, holding her in suspense and her heart slammed against her ribcage. He was ready to take her.

Keeping most of his weight on his elbows, Eli rested his forehead on hers, his eyes darkening a shade with flaming desire, as he spread her legs and positioned himself at her entrance. Eli did not thrust in immediately, rather he pressed the scorching tip of his cock at my clit, sliding up and down her wetness till Islinda was moaning and writhing in need.

She became hotter and wetter, fighting the sensations as the dark Fae prince coated himself in her wetness. While her head spun with the building pleasure, Eli adjusted his hips to slide in an inch. The breath hitched in her throat, clenching around his shaft as he was determined to work his way inside of her, slowly filling her inch by inch until he was sheathed to the hilt and stilled.

Islinda let out a cry when the pain registered in her brain, her fingers digging into his back. Eli quickly claimed her mouth in a deep kiss, drowning out her whimpers till she adjusted to the feel of him inside of her.

Then Eli began to move.

Islinda felt so full it made her head spin and yet she greedily wanted more, her body humming in pleasure. If she was a whore, then she was a greedy one. Yes, she was a sucker for pain because she swore to the gods, Eli was rearranging her guts.

"Yes, just like that, princess. You’re taking me real good," He commented, staring down at her flushed face while he moved in and out of her.

He robbed Islinda of air, filling her to the point she could feel him in her womb. Yes, he was that deep inside of her and she squeezed him with her tight channel ripping a moan from his throat. The pain was there but it was mixed with the pleasure and she was getting used to the feeling of fullness. Eli felt so good inside of her.

"Tell me, princess?" Aldric told her, his voice strained as if holding onto the last bit of control he had in him, "What do you want me to do for you?"

"Fuck me." Islinda breathed.

Those two words were all Eli needed to unleash his restrained need. Islinda also felt a change in his demeanor as he said, "Very well, princess. I’ll fuck you properly then."

Islinda had no idea what to expect from Eli but not for him to slip out of her completely only to drive into her so hard she cried out, arching into him. She was so stretched, she was wincing. Eli was going to wreck her tonight. Yet she moaned as he tweaked her nipple, thrusting into her with a punishing force.