Mated To The Cruel Prince novel Chapter 561

Chapter 561: Found The Traitor

There was a raw, primal energy emanating from Aldric, and Islinda could sense the barely contained hunger in his eyes. She swallowed, feeling both exhilarated and apprehensive in the face of his intense gaze.

"I—I missed you, Aldric," she finally admitted, her cheeks burning red with embarrassment. It was a confession she hadn’t planned on making, but the truth spilled out nonetheless. Despite her efforts to push him out of her mind, she couldn’t deny the lingering presence of the dark Fae in her thoughts, even during her time away from him. And now, facing him once again, Islinda’s heart pounded with a mixture of anticipation and desire as she met his intense gaze. She craved him, his touch, his presence. It was maddening to feel this way, but it was undeniably true. She was truly damaged in the head. freewёbn૦νeɭ.com

A sinister smile spread across Aldric’s features, sending shivers down Islinda’s spine. It was a smile that hinted at darker desires, a hunger that threatened to consume them both. "Good," he murmured, his voice low and seductive. "Because I didn’t just miss you. I went mad with longing."

Without warning, he yanked a fistful of Islinda’s hair, eliciting a gasp from her lips. The roughness of his touch, the urgency in his movements, sent a thrill of anticipation coursing through her veins. It was a sensation she had never imagined she would come to enjoy, the intertwining of pleasure and pain in such an intimate moment. But now, as Aldric’s grip tightened and he pulled her hair back, exposing her slender neck, she found herself craving more.

His lips trailed a prickling heat along her jaw, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. Islinda swallowed hard as Aldric’s kiss deepened, relishing the feel of his mouth against her skin. She couldn’t help but shiver as he drew her attention to the pulsing veins beneath her flesh.

But her nerves only heightened when she felt the gentle scrape of his elongated canines against her skin. "Aldric..." she breathed his name in warning, fully aware of the implications of his actions. Although that would require her biting him too and exchanging blood, only then would they be kind of "married" according to Fae law. Yet knowing that, it didn’t ease the tension. If anything, her attention was heightened.

"Shhh," Aldric breathed her skin causing goosebumps to erupt on her arms. "Relax."

But how could Islinda relax when she was reminded of the sharp teeth he hadn’t yet retracted. He nicked her skin.

"Oh." Islinda could only say as pleasure rushed through her veins. Aldric continued kissing, nipping and grazing her neck expertly while Islinda grabbed his arm so hard she drew blood. It was as if she was drowning in a sea of pleasure as Aldric suckled the sweet spot on her neck.

Her moans reverberated across the space and Islinda couldn’t care at that moment if anyone walked in on them.

Every touch, every caress from Aldric sent shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her body, igniting a fire that threatened to consume them both.

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