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Mated To The Cruel Prince novel Chapter 478

Chapter 478: Surrender —1

Islinda shamelessly ground onto Aldric while tugging at his clothes and it was invitation enough for the dark Fae prince to shrug off his tunic in one swift move. Islinda let out a trembling breath as he was bared to her. With her breath heaving, she ogled his solid body. Aldric was quite muscular and slightly broader chested than his leaner brothers. He was beautiful and Islinda could not look away.

Islinda’s breath catches as her gaze roves over him. Aldric was all male and he seemed to have no problem standing still for her exploration. This was not the first time she had seen this body, but it still knocked her breath away each time. It might be the same body but it was two personalities hence the feeling was different. And to know that Aldric the wicked prince bore himself to her was kind of thrilling.

Aldric stood still and watched with keen eyes as she tentatively ran her band over the smooth expanse of his chest. He had an incredibly sculpted torso, each muscle seemed to have been exquisitely crafted by the gods. Islinda couldn’t help but swallow as her gaze followed the lower stomach muscles that tempered down into a prominent "V" shape. His pants were still on and knowing what was being housed only made her core throb with anticipation. Islinda was horny.

She continued her enticing exploration, her finger now circling his small nipples, and was pleased with the catch in his breath. Islinda teased his nipple, coaxing a groan from him, and was pleased with his reaction. Then she stopped and with hooded eyes, took his nipples into her mouth and sucked hard. She repeated the same with the other, circling and grazing with her teeth until Aldric had his arm around her waist and squeezed tight.

She lifted darkened eyes to his and finally said, "Take me."

Aldric’s eyes flashed with passion and he gazed darkly at her, saying with a warning voice. "Are you sure, Islinda? I am not Eli. I am not gentle and I would destroy you. Not to mention, I’m still quite angry with you." He emphasized his point by squeezing her waist tighter.

"I don’t care. I want you. The real you, Aldric." Islinda answered bravely, her chest heaving. Her body was brimming with anticipation of what Aldric had in store for her.

"Very well, then." Aldric mused, his lips curling up in a sinister smile, "You are now mine to use and I only hope you don’t regret it."

The ominous warning had Islinda’s heart pounding and it was heightened when his shadows appeared out of nowhere and bound her hands and legs to the wall. Islinda swallowed, realizing that she was at Aldric’s mercy and whatever he planned to do to her. Fine, she would stay still and hoped he would never hurt her. Except that bravado vanished the next second.

Islinda watched with wide eyes as shadows concentrated in Aldric’s hand and it materialized into a dagger. A dagger made of darkness? It was no big deal. What could it cut anyway? Islinda said to assure herself not to panic. Nothing was going to happen.

But when Aldric brings the shockingly gleaming dagger even though it was not made of metal, up to her chest, Islinda forgot to breathe. She nervously looked Aldric in the eyes.

"What are you doing?" She asked, her heart racing.

"You trust me, don’t you?" Aldric asked with a sinister glint in his eyes that shouldn’t be trusted at all.

Islinda did not reply but stared down anxiously at the dagger close to the center of her chest and didn’t dare to breathe, knowing a single movement would get her cut. She could only trust he wouldn’t harm her.

"Yes." Islinda breathed.

"Good." He said and threaded his hand through her hair with a sensual tenderness that had her moaning and leaning into his touch. She was so distracted by the move that she saw Aldric lift the dagger only at the last minute and opened her mouth to scream.

Except her tunic was sliced into two with a quick flick of his wrist. Islinda stared at him in disbelief, her mouth agape. Islinda realized that even her brassiere was ruined yet not a skin on her body was hurt as if he cut with expert precision. Aldric would be the death of her.

That was not the end because Aldric repeated the same with her pants and in no time Islinda was completely exposed to him. She couldn’t help but swallow nervously as the dark Fae prince’s eyes roved hungrily over her body. Islinda already offered herself to him so she was his to use and she couldn’t do anything about it. The thought only heightened her awareness of him.

The dagger dissolves into shadows, vanishing as if it were never there in the first place. It was just her and Aldric now. He continued his heated stare, focusing on her breast and her nipples pebbled under his intense perusal. When he finally reached for her, Islinda melted into him.

His hands were everywhere on her body, rough, possessive and awakening desires she never thought she would feel for Aldric.

"Aldric," Islinda moaned, his hips pushing against her, his arousal hard against hers as their mouth clashed. His hand came up from behind her and held her face to him. The world instantly narrowed to this Fae and the pleasure he brought her.

When he withdrew, it was to take a nipple into his mouth and Islinda cried out in pleasure. It felt so good and she wanted more. He suckles it hard, using his teeth and tongue to torment and savor her flesh. Islinda’s back arched at the sensation, pure bliss radiating through her. Aldric did not stop there, exploring every inch of her skin with his wicked lips, marking and claiming her in the barest of ways she never expected.

Aldric’s hand traced between the needy, hot flesh between her thighs and Islinda gasped as he began to stroke her slick heat.

"You are so wet and needy for me," Aldric told her, his gaze so molten with desire they were almost glowing. Islinda knew that look, his primal side was close to surfacing. Unfortunately, she couldn’t dwell on it because he thrust a finger into her core and she mewled in pleasure.

"Answer me, first and I’ll give you so much more," Aldric demanded. freёwebnovel.com

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