Mated To The Cruel Prince novel Chapter 315

Chapter 315: Dark Fae Child

"This is the brew you asked for, young miss," Aurelia handed over the bowl to the tired Islinda who sat up sluggishly from the bed to receive it.

How in the world of Fae did she get to this point? Well, it turned out that flirting with Eli did have its consequences.

After Eli made her see the "stars" with the help of his expert fingers, Islinda had sincerely thought that it was over only for him to clear the table with one clean sweep of his hand. The next he had deposited her onto the table with her dress ridden up.

The servants, including her, gasped at the sudden turn of events and they didn’t need a prophet to tell them their service was not needed anymore. They bowed their heads quickly and hurried out of the dining hall as if a beast was after them.

It was unfortunate that the said beast had no time for them and his attention was focused on Islinda instead. He tore her clothes off as if they were mere rags and not one of the most expensive garments she owned.

"You look better without clothes" The bastard dared to justify his action.

Then he was inside of her, fucking her on the table they used to have their meal. How could he do that on the table? But Islinda did not have time to care for proprieties because Eli was thrusting into her with blazing passion and blunt force, and by the gods, she enjoyed every minute of it.

However, It did not stop there.

Even after she had come, all Eli did was spread her legs further apart and made them wrapped around his waist. For the second time, he prioritized thrusting deeper into her than blunt speed and pace. He went slow yet precise, circling his hips and hitting spots that had her screaming out his name.

Yes, Islinda did not doubt that every single Fae in the house heard her scream. After that, he made her sit on his lap and this time gave her the power to dominate him. Islinda never thought she would enjoy riding Eli so badly but it was one exhilarating experience.

She liked the way his Adam’s apple bobbed whenever she ground against him. The way his head would lull back and the deep rumble from his chest showed proof of his pleasure. When he did come, his hooded eyes were glowing and he gripped her hips so hard, his hands, no, claws dug into her skin and drew blood. She collapsed on him in the dining chair with Islinda feeling filled and cherished.

However, there was no way she would look at the dining room the same way again. They had soiled the eating area and the memory would not depart from her head anytime soon.

"Oops, seems someone has no clothes," He appeared shocked when it was all his doing.

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