Mated To The Cruel Prince novel Chapter 762

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Chapter 762: Marking Her

Aldric gently withdrew from Islinda, a gentle sigh escaping from both of their lips from the delightful loss. He shifted his weight, choosing to lie on his side as they both breathed heavily, their bodies still recovering from the intensity of their encounter.

Islinda, still immersed in the afterglow, looked at him with a sense of disbelief and wonder. The experience had been unlike anything she had ever felt before; it was amazing.

As she lay there, her hand moved to her chest, where she felt a curious sensation—a deep, almost palpable connection to Aldric. It was as if a part of him had become intricately entwined with her own being.

The feeling was strange yet undeniable, a magnetic pull that she couldn’t quite explain but was profoundly aware of. This emotional and physical tug made her feel as if Aldric had taken a place in her heart, not just figuratively but almost literally.

The intimacy they shared seemed to have created a bond that transcended mere physical connection, leaving her with a lingering sense of closeness and attachment. It exhilarated and scared Islinda at the same time. Was this normal? Or was this a perk of having sex as a half-breed. It wouldn’t surprise her if that was the case since everything was heightened ever since coming into her true form.

"What are you thinking?" Aldric murmured, his breath warm against her skin as he leaned in.

He trailed kisses along her belly, each touch eliciting gasps from her. The sensation was electric, sending shivers through her as her body responded to his caresses. Though she was sore from their vigorous sex, the anticipation and desire made her core throb with eagerness once again.

"Aldric," she gasped his name, feeling a deep yearning despite her weariness. She would let him take her a thousand times if he wished, unable to resist the overwhelming pleasure he gave her.

"What are you saying?" Aldric’s words were muffled, his focus solely on her body as he sucked and nipped at her skin, his kisses light and teasing.

Islinda could barely form coherent thoughts, her mind spinning from the sensations. As he moved up to her neck, she melted into a pliant submission, tilting her head to give him better access.

She felt an intense, almost primal urge to surrender to him completely, a deep-seated need to be marked and claimed. The word "mark" surfaced in her mind, even though she had no actual idea what they meant. All that made sense to her was that she wanted to be bound to him in every possible way.

Islinda’s voice trembled with desperate need as she cried out, "Bite me, please, I want your teeth on my skin."

She writhed beneath Aldric, her body caught in the throes of an intense, primal urge. The sensation was almost unbearable, as if something primal within her demanded to be fulfilled. A throbbing sensation pulsed in the back of her own teeth, as if her fangs were trying to emerge in response to the overwhelming desire.

Aldric was taken aback, his eyes widening in shock. He had deliberately kept Islinda unaware of her identity as his mate, knowing its implications. The concept of marking each other and the lifelong bond that would follow had been terrifying to him.