Mated To The Cruel Prince novel Chapter 605

Chapter 605: Sit On My Throne — 2

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"What’s next is that you sit on my throne," Aldric declared, gently guiding Islinda onto the majestic seat.

Although hesitant at first about sitting on his throne, Islinda trusted Aldric’s judgment. After all, if he said it was okay, then it must be. Besides, she couldn’t deny the thrill of the moment. What would it feel like to sit on a throne of ice? Would it be chilling cold as she imagined?

As she settled onto the throne, Islinda felt a surge of magic coursing through her. This was no ordinary seat—it was enchanted to recognize its rightful owner. Not that she was it’s owner. Perhaps it just liked humans. Islinda did not dwell much on it.

Instantly, she sensed the warmth emanating from the throne, tempting her to sink further into its embrace. It was both welcoming and exhilarating.

With a sense of excitement bubbling inside her, Islinda opened her mouth to speak, only to die off when she met Aldric’s expression .....oh father of all Faeries, she was in trouble.

Aldric couldn’t help but marvel at how majestic and powerful Islinda looked upon his throne. She exuded a regal aura that captivated him, stirring within him a sense of pride and possessiveness. She would make a beautiful queen — his beautiful queen.

But as Aldric gazed upon her, a darker desire stirred within him. His eyes darkened with lust as he envisioned various scenarios playing out on the icy throne.

He imagined bending Islinda over it, her hands gripping the icy surface as he took her from behind, their passionate moans echoing throughout the palace, proclaiming her desire for her king to the entire realm.

Or perhaps she could sit astride him, taking him deeply as she rode him with abandon, asserting her dominance over him in a display of raw passion and desire.

Alternatively, she could kneel before him, eagerly serving her king in a different way, her sweet lips wrapped around him as she pleasured him with fervent devotion.

But amidst these fantasies, Aldric also envisioned a different kind of scene — one where Islinda held the power to tame him, to bring him to his knees with her love and devotion. It was a vision that both thrilled and terrified Aldric, for in her, he saw not only a queen but a force to be reckoned with, one who could challenge and change him in ways he had never imagined.

Islinda found herself unable to breathe under the weight of Aldric’s smoldering gaze. It was as if his eyes bore into her soul, igniting a fire within her that she couldn’t quench.

The intensity of his stare sent a shiver down her spine. Islinda felt a sudden throbbing between her thighs, a primal response to the overwhelming desire radiating from him.

The gods help her.

A rush of wetness pooled between her legs, and she instinctively clenched her thighs together in a futile attempt to relieve the growing pressure building within her.

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