Mated To The Cruel Prince novel Chapter 723

Chapter 723: Promise Me

As Azula writhed in torment, her body ached from the frustrating emptiness between her legs. Aldrc used that moment to undress. There was no warning of any nature. The moment he grabbed her waist, Aldric rammed forward, slamming into her so hard with a force that drove her hips against the edge of the counter.

The sharp bite of pain only heightened the experience, and Azula’s mouth opened in a soundless gasp, her eyes widening as he filled her completely. The sensation was overwhelming, a brutal mix of pleasure and pain that left her gasping for breath. "By the gods," she moaned, her voice trembling with the intensity of it. "It feels so good."

Behind her, Aldric let out a low, animalistic growl, his fingers digging into her waist as he held her in place. Her pussy clenched around him, her body responding instinctively to his invasion, and he had to steel himself against the urge to come right then. He had a plan, a purpose, and he couldn’t afford to lose control.

Azula had barely a moment to adjust before Aldric began to move, his thrusts hard and punishing, each one driving deep inside her. The force of his movements sent her hips slamming against the counter, the impact adding to the delicious mix of pain and pleasure that coursed through her. She welcomed it eagerly, her body arching to meet every thrust, her gasps turning into moans of delight.

"More! More!" she demanded, her voice a mix of desperation and ecstasy. The pleasure built inside her like a storm, a relentless wave that threatened to overwhelm her. Aldric’s pace was relentless, his cock slamming into her with a fury that left her breathless, her cries echoing in the room.

Just as she felt herself teetering on the edge of release, Aldric pulled out abruptly, leaving her gasping and trembling with unfulfilled desire. "No!" Azula screamed, her body aching with the need for more. The throbbing ache between her legs was a torment, a cruel reminder of the pleasure he had denied her.

Her instinct was to turn and lash out, to take what she wanted, but Aldric held her firmly in place, his eyes glowing with dark intent.

Aldric’s plan had been clear: exploit her greatest weakness. Sex was Azula’s vice, and he aimed to trap her with it. His eyes, glowing with dark intent, met hers as he held himself just out of reach.

"Please, Aldric..." she cried, her voice raw with need.

"You want me to fuck you, right?" Aldric asked, his voice a growl of dominance. He was in complete control, his gaze never leaving her desperate, writhing form.

"Yes, please." Azula would have fallen to her knees and begged if she could, her body trembling with need.

"Then promise me..." Aldric’s breath came hard and fast, his eyes alight with a predatory glow. He wasn’t immune to the sight of Azula, writhing and begging for his touch, her sex slick with desire. Not when she wore his mates face . His own need was a roaring fire, but he fought to remain in control. She was his. His alone. Completely his.

"Promise me you won’t leave..." he gave her the ultimatum, his voice laced with a dark command.

"No!" Azula refused, her voice defiant even in her desperate state. She knew too well what a promise entailed. Just like Fae, for demons too, a promise was binding, a cage of their own making. Aldric was trying to trap her, using sex as the bait. She finally saw through his plan, fury blazing in her eyes.

"Fuck you!" she spat, her voice a venomous curse.

Azula writhed on the counter, her arousal a burning need that demanded relief. Desperate, she started rubbing her thighs together, seeking any friction to ease the ache. Her slick sex ached for release, the frustration mounting with every passing second.

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