Mated To The Cruel Prince novel Chapter 538

Chapter 538: Blue Balls

Islinda jolted from her sleep, her heart pounding as she sat up abruptly, her breath coming in short gasps. Her wide eyes scanned the room, searching for any sign of Aldric, but she was met only with emptiness. She was alone.

As the fog of sleep began to dissipate, confusion and shock flooded Islinda’s mind. What in the Fae just happened? The memory of her encounter with Aldric swirled in her mind, fragmented and disjointed. His touch, his words, his intensity – it all felt like a hazy dream, yet the lingering sensation of his presence lingered in the air. She ran a trembling hand through her disheveled hair, trying to piece together the events of the night.

The haze of desire and passion that had enveloped Islinda dissipated, leaving her feeling disoriented and alone in the silence of her room. She blinked, trying to shake off the remnants of the intoxicating experience, but the memories clung to her mind like a bittersweet echo.

Had it all been real, or merely a figment of her imagination? The touch of Aldric’s lips, the intensity of his gaze, the overwhelming surge of emotions – they felt so vivid, so tangible, yet now they seemed to slip through her fingers like wisps of smoke.

Beads of sweat formed on Islinda’s forehead, glistening in the dim light of her room, as the air around her grew increasingly hot and suffocating. She sat there, still trying to process the events of the night, her heart pounding in her chest.

It finally dawned on her that her startling encounter with Aldric seemed to have been nothing more than a dream, a vivid and tantalizing illusion that had left her breathless. Yet, despite the realization that it had all been a trick of her mind, Islinda couldn’t shake the lingering effects it had left on her.

The ache of longing mixed with fear still gnawed at her heart, leaving her feeling raw and vulnerable. But there was a much more pressing problem at hand: Islinda was horny as hell.

As she shifted uncomfortably in bed, the undeniable ache of desire pulsed through her body, leaving her feeling restless and on edge. It was as if the dream had awakened something within her, igniting a fire that now burned fiercely in her veins.

With a frustrated groan, Islinda buried her face in her hands, trying to quell the rising tide of desire that threatened to consume her. Leave it to that bastard Aldric to walk into her dream and seduce her and now hung her out to dry.

Islinda had always been aware of Aldric’s formidable powers, his ability to get into her head and manipulate her reality, bending it to his will. But the idea that he could infiltrate her dreams from a distance was a sobering realization that sent shivers down her spine. It was one thing to face him in the physical realm, where she could at least attempt to defend herself, but to have him invade her most private thoughts and emotions from afar was a whole other level of violation. It left her feeling vulnerable and exposed.

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