Mated To The Cruel Prince novel Chapter 761

Chapter 761: Little Mate

Aldric lifted his hand, his claws flickering out, causing her heart to skip a beat. With a fiendish smile, Aldric rip her dress with his sharp claws in two. Islinda gasped at the gesture yet did nothing. Then he tore everything apart until she was naked and exposed before him.

The cool night air brushed against her bare skin, heightening her awareness of every sensation. Aldric’s gaze roamed over her body, a possessive gleam in his eyes as he took her in. Islinda’s breath hitched, what should have been fear racing through her veins was instead replaced by excitement.

"You are mine," Aldric growled, his voice low and commanding. His hand reached out to graze her pebbled nipple, sending shivers down her spine.

Islinda arched into him, seeking his touch, craving the connection between them. Aldric’s hands moved with a deftness and precision that spoke of experience, massaging the globe of her breasts before bending over and taking a nipple into his mouth. She let out a shallow, suppressed cry.

"Oh God," Islinda cried out repeatedly, feeling the sensation shoot straight to her core. Her mind was a whirlwind of sensations, yet Aldric continued his relentless assault on her, sucking one breast while squeezing the other. He then switched the pattern, taking the other nipple into his mouth and giving both breasts equal attention.

Islinda cried out, her voice echoing in the night. She had never felt so alive, so utterly consumed by another person. The intensity of Aldric’s touch and the raw desire in his eyes left her breathless, her body responding to him in ways she had never experienced before.

"Take me," she breathed, her voice trembling with need. "Please, just take me, Aldric. I can’t do this anymore." Islinda begged him when he finally gave her a moment of respite.

Aldric got rid of his clothes. With a final, possessive growl, he spread her legs apart, nestling himself between her thighs, and lowered himself down to an elbow. He reached down, rubbing his arousal against her heat, giving her a hint of what she was about to taste.

"Please, Aldric, please." Islinda’s voice was both a moan and a plea. She couldn’t take it anymore. She would run mad with pleasure if he didn’t do anything soon.

Then, their eyes locked, a silent understanding passing between them.

Aldric thrust all the way in, and Islinda’s eyes flew open.

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She was breathless, a silent cry on the tip of her tongue as Aldric sheathed himself completely inside her, going so deeply she could feel him in her stomach.

"Yes," Islinda moaned as he stretched her so deliciously, her walls trying to accommodate him. She had nearly forgotten how good he felt.

Aldric slightly withdrew, only to ram back into her, both of them moaning in unison. It felt so good that he did it over and over, his thrusts relentless and powerful. Islinda lost count of the number of times he slammed into her, each forceful movement sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body.

The force of his hips slamming into her, raking against the walls of her nerves, drew out her pleasure. Her body trembled beneath him, her senses overwhelmed by the intense sensations.

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