Mated To The Cruel Prince novel Chapter 536

Chapter 536: Starving

Islinda’s eyes popped open in alarm, the realization of the situation sinking in as she desperately tried to break free from the kiss. Despite her silent plea for him to stop, either Aldric misread the signal or simply refused to heed it. In a panic, she pounded her fist against his chest, hoping to convey her urgency.

Instead of relenting, Aldric growled in response, his hand tightening around the soft curve of her breast. A suppressed cry escaped Islinda’s lips as she felt a surge of pleasure shoot through her body, her resistance weakening and involuntary arching into him. ƒгeeweɓn૦vel.com

She was powerless to resist his touch, the overwhelming desire threatening to consume her entirely. The gods help her. But as Aldric’s touch sent waves of pleasure coursing through her veins, Islinda couldn’t help but wonder if she truly wanted the gods help at all.

Aldric continued to lavish Islinda’s lips with his own, the kiss consuming and possessive in its intensity. Each movement of his lips against hers felt brutal and cruel as if he sought to claim her completely in that moment. Even with her struggles and the growing need for air, Aldric showed no signs of stopping, his desire for her evident in every fervent touch.

It wasn’t until Islinda’s lungs began to burn with the desperate need for air that Aldric finally released her from his grasp. As they parted, gasping for breath, Islinda’s chest heaved with the exertion of their passionate moment. The kiss left the both of them shaken and breathless.

"Y—you...!" Islinda glared at him. He should have let go of her when she demanded it. She honestly didn’t know whether to slap him or thank him. Her feelings were kind of confusing right now.

But Aldric was grinning knowingly, his eyes fixed on Islinda’s chest, unabashedly watching as her bust rose and fell beneath the fabric of her nightgown. His gaze lingered with delight, finding the sight of her blush and discomfort quite entertaining.

A rush of embarrassment flooded Islinda’s features as she became aware of Aldric’s scrutiny. With a quick motion, she lifted her hand to shield her chest, a reflexive gesture born of modesty and self-consciousness. The blush deepened on her cheeks as she averted her gaze, feeling exposed and vulnerable under Aldric’s intense perusal.

Aldric found Islinda’s gesture of shielding herself with her hand cute, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips. However, his next words shattered the brief moment of levity.

"I’m starving,"

"What?" Islinda’s voice carried a note of confusion as she struggled to comprehend Aldric’s meaning. It was the middle of the night, and the notion of going rummaging through Valerie’s kitchen seemed absurd. After all, this was Valerie’s house, and she couldn’t fathom why Aldric hadn’t taken her away yet if that was his intention. The situation left Islinda feeling disoriented and uncertain, unsure of what Aldric’s motives were for being here.

"I’m starving, Islinda," Aldric reiterated, his tone carrying a sense of urgency that caught Islinda’s attention. It was the pointed way in which he said it that finally made her realize the true meaning behind his words. In that instant, her eyes widened in shock, resembling the size of the moon as the realization dawned upon her.

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