Mated To The Cruel Prince novel Chapter 611

Chapter 611: Who Are You

Islinda had the craziest dream.

An erotic one again.

Except this time, it was so vivid that it almost felt real. But of course, it was ridiculous considering she would never be the one to seek and seduce Aldric. No wonder, it was a dream — everything was possible in it. So she slept blissfully, strangely satiated.

It must have been hours when Islinda awoke with a moan on her lips, her eyes still shut close. She felt a hot mouth on her breast and she arched upwards towards the source. She moaned as the phantom figure in her assumed dream sucked harder on her nipple, his hand showing attention to her other breast by kneading it, then rolling the nipples between his fingers till they had pebbled to a point.

He continued sucking lasciviously, the pleasure coming in torrents as he swiftly changed patterns whenever she got too used to it. Islinda moaned, heat flaring in her core, and she ached around nothing. By the gods, she needed him.

Even without explicitly acknowledging who she needed, Islinda knew already. It was somehow ingrained in her being. She wanted Aldric. He was the only one who would torment her in a dream like this. They say dead men tell no tales, but neither do dreams. It was no wonder she unashamedly indulged and submitted to her basest desires.

It was a guilty pleasure.

The Aldric of her dream would satisfy her without ulterior motives to his every action. He wouldn’t be preparing to murder his brother in a week’s time. In her dreams, Aldric was flawless, perfect in every way. But then, that was precisely what made it a dream. It was too perfect to be real.

However, when Aldric bit down on her nipples hard enough to cause pain, heightening the pleasure but stopping short of breaking the skin, it shattered her illusion. The pain cut through her, awakening her from the dreamlike haze. This. Was. No. Dream.

Islinda’s eyes snapped open, realizing that the so-called erotic dream was no dream at all. Her gaze fell on Aldric, leaning over her with his sexily tousled midnight blue hair, eyes lidded with lust as his entire attention was fixed on her breasts, tasting, sucking, squeezing, grazing with his teeth, and massaging them.

While the pleasure threatened to overwhelm her, Islinda was more startled by the shock of waking up naked on his bed. So she screamed loudly, jolting Aldric from his lust-induced state.

"What’s wrong?" Aldric asked, trying to keep her from running away. But in the midst of trying to subdue her, she jammed a knee up into his groin in defense.

Aldric let go abruptly, groaning and cursing under his breath as he clutched his manhood. Islinda didn’t have time to apologize for what she had done because she was disoriented, grabbing her hair in confusion as she shot up to her feet.

"What in the Fae is going on here?" she exclaimed internally.

How did she end up here? Worse of all, she was naked. And oh, Islinda winced as she felt soreness between her legs. How did she get to this point? Wasn’t it all a dream?

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