Mated To The Cruel Prince novel Chapter 309

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Chapter 309: Destroy Her

Islinda woke up with a moan on her lips, jolting upright at the wild sensation between her legs. Only for her eyes to widen to the size of the moon when she saw Eli between her thighs and he was eating her out. By the gods, what was going on here?

Before her brain sluggish from sleep could catch up with the happening, Eli already pressed a hand on her stomach, pushing her back to the bed. Her heart began to race, anticipation filling her up. Eli licked between her folds and she bit back a gasp. Oh no, he was about to destroy her again like last night.

Shivers ran down her spine as he sucked on her clit and she cried out. He was moving his face against her hyper-simulated, sensitive p*ssy. Had anyone told Islinda this was how Eli intended to make her morning, she would never have believed it.

They had fucked hours long yesterday! Hours long! Could you believe that?! Eli confirmed her suspicions and he fucked more brutally than a stallion. It must be a Fae thing because no human male could possess that kind of prowess and stamina.

It was even more shocking to Islinda how she kept up with his pace. Who was she kidding? She had passed out at the last round and only then did that damned Fae Eli remember that she was human – a human that had taken well, he had claimed.

Eli cleaned her up afterward and tucked her in bed. Only when she stirred later, that they had a small conversation, which might have involved her cursing him a bit. He nearly fucked her to death! Had anyone from excessive sex, that would have been well.

Aside from the exhaustion, Islinda had not felt the full toll on her body until this morning; she was so sore. And yet Eli did not seem to have mercy on her as he brought her another round of pleasure. By the gods, it hurts so much and yet feels so good at the same time. Eli really would be the death of her.

"Good morning princess," Eli finally lifted his head from between her thighs to speak, his chin wet from eating her out. His eyes burned with a wicked promise that told her that he was not done with her yet and it made her shudder.

"Good morning Eli," She said hoarsely, and went straight to tabling her issues, "Don’t you think it’s a little bit early to –"

He lifted himself in his arms and silenced her with a kiss, his tongue slipping into her mouth and swallowing the sounds. The kiss was passionate but lacked the usual fervor, however, her sex did throb and Islinda felt her body relaxing.

Eli pulled back and gave her a dirty grin, "I’m fae princess abd right now I can sense and smell your arousal. I know how much your body reacts to me and you sure as hell can take me."

Then his lips were on hers again, tasting, devouring, and ravishing her. While he drowned her senses with the kiss, his finger glided along her thigh, leaving goosebumps in its wake as he caressed her skin sensually.

Slipping his hand between her legs, Eli slid a finger along her wet folds, relishing the way her breath hitched. He kissed her harder as he pressed his thumb against the bundle of nerves and Islinda managed to wrench free, throwing her head back and moaning aloud.

He pushed a thick finger inside, and she was lost in the feeling of his fingers moving, the wave of pleasure coursing through her. Eli’s eyes darkened, his gaze a little difficult to watch nor could she turn away as he pumped his finger harder, circling and rubbing her clit in a circular motion and hitting spots she never knew existed.

"Oh my God," Her eyes rolled to the back of her head, as Eli angled his hand just right, hitting close to her g-spot

Islinda scrunched her hand into the sheet. She was so close, she could feel it now. She ground against Eli’s fingers when she felt her walls tightening. The room was filled with so much sexual energy that it was all she could breathe in, the heat building and threatening to burst her from the inside out.

"By the gods, Eli!" Islinda cried out as she was thrown over the edge, and saw stars. Her body was completely limp as she lay on the bed and rendered breathless. She could feel her wetness trailing down her thighs and her face burned with shame. Unfortunately, that shame was what Eli craved.

"Good," He purred, "You’ve produced enough nectar for me to get drunk on."

Before Islinda could question what he meant by that, Eli had already positioned his face between her legs.

"No, no, no....."

The words died on her lips as he licked her soundly. Islinda felt her body tighten, her core overly sensitive to everything.

"Fuck you!" Islinda cried out, tears brimming at the corners of her eyes. If she knew the Fae would torture her like this, she wouldn’t come into his bed in the first place. Oh, who was she kidding?

Eli stopped, laughing in amusement, and said, "Don’t worry, I’ll give you the privilege of fucking me later."

Islinda was filled with both anger and shame and had thoughts of getting back at him when his face was buried between her thighs again and the thoughts vanished forever. Eli feasted on her as if she was his favorite Faerie wine while she moaned long, her fingers sliding into his hair and held tight as he kept going, pleasure coiling deep inside of her.

"You taste like heaven, princess. No, you even taste better than Ambrosia, the drink of the gods," He showered her with compliments only to go back to torturing her with painful pleasure.

Eli sucked on her clit harder, licking, biting, and teasing her with hard strokes of his tongue till Islinda couldn’t tell where the pain ended and the pleasure began. The sound of pleasure she made only seemed to spur Eli on and she had to pull out the pillow from beneath her and muffle her moans with it.

However, Eli snatched it and tossed it away, groaning out, "Just scream for me, princess."

His tongue plunged inside of her and she moaned in response, tugging his hair harder and conflicted between asking him to stop and chasing the orgasm to the end. Thus, she pulled and pushed at him, torn in both directions.

She gave into the fierce sensation, swept away by its electrifying current and unable to resist Eli’s wicked ways. He nibbled on her clit, till she was thrashing, mewling, and clenching the bed sheet as if they would save her from him. Eli had turned her into a needy, writhing mess, completely at his mercy. She was nothing but an instrument that he wound tight.

Islinda’s toes curled and her mouth fell open as she detonated like a massive explosive. She screamed or so she thought because not a word came out; it was a wordless scream. Her wetness gushed out like a massive ocean and Eli lapped at it, some of them spilling down his chin, as he savored the flavor of her arousal.

Eli dragged out her climax as he licked her clean till there was nothing more to take, only then till he moved from her legs and settled beside her. They stared at each other for a while and Islinda went red in the face from his intense perusal and the scent of her salty, acidic arousal saturating the room.

She had literally never felt anything like that before. Each time it seemed like Eli had given her the best sex, it turned out he had more from where it came from. Islinda hated to compare both brothers but she couldn’t help it. Sex with Valerie had been great but it was always on the safe side and they never pushed the borders to see how much she could take.