Mated To The Cruel Prince novel Chapter 820

Chapter 820: Called Her Tatiana

Aldric’s appetite was ravenous and insatiable, and Islinda wasn’t about to complain. Her body felt both weightless and grounded, a paradox of sensation that left her deliciously breathless. She hadn’t been able to sleep much, not with Aldric keeping her occupied all through the night, his body seeking hers again and again.

She thanked the stars for the upgrade that came with her newly awakened Fae nature. It allowed her to match his unending stamina. They could go at it all day long, and she wouldn’t feel drained—well, at least not in the way that mattered.

A soft sigh escaped her lips as Aldric’s lips trailed hot, insistent kisses down her neck. She muttered something incomprehensible, her eyelids still heavy with sleep. Human or Dark Fae, she still cherished her sleep, but Aldric had other colorful plans. She felt his breath ghost over her skin, his hands roaming over her body with the assurance of someone who knew exactly how to unravel her.

A gasp left her mouth when his lips latched onto her breast, sending jolts of pleasure through her body. Her breath began to quicken, and her back arched as he sucked harder, his tongue swirling and teasing her sensitive nipple.

"Fuck," she cursed when he nipped at her, the pain mingling with the pleasure, intensifying it. His other hand grabbed her other breast, fondling and squeezing tight while he continued to lavish attention on the first one. She could feel herself growing wetter by the second, her body already aching for more.

Satisfied with his worship of her breasts, Aldric trailed a line of kisses down her stomach, his lips leaving a fiery path in their wake. She could feel his breath against her skin, and it sent shivers up her spine. He watched with fascination as her stomach muscles flexed and dipped in response to his actions.

Islinda opened her eyes, meeting his gaze. There was a dark gleam in Aldric’s eyes—a promise of wicked things to come. His smile was cruel, fiendish and downright evil. And yet, instead of fear, it sent a surge of arousal through her, tightening her body with anticipation.

Her body throbbed with desire as Aldric caught her hips and hoisted them up to his mouth. Islinda instinctively hooked her legs over his shoulders, her back arching as his lips and tongue found her hot, slick core.

Her body jerked as an inarticulate noise fell from her lips, lost in the sensations coursing through her. One of her hands tangled in his hair, clutching him closer as her other hand flailed above her head, desperately searching for something to hold on to.

The pleasure was overwhelming, consuming her every thought until nothing existed but the heat of his mouth and the skilled movement of his tongue.

She gasped as she felt one of his fingers slide inside her, followed quickly by a second. Her slick, tight walls clenched around him, her body responding eagerly to his touch. Aldric’s fingers thrust into her with a deliberate rhythm, each stroke hitting that perfect spot that made her cry out in pure ecstasy.

"By the gods, that’s it, right there," Islinda whimpered, deep, guttural groans bursting from her lips as Aldric touched her just the way she needed. Her body tensed as the pleasure built to a fever pitch. "I’m... I’m going to come," she gasped.

Aldric didn’t respond, but the satisfaction in his eyes was clear as he felt her juices begin to coat his fingers. He quickened his pace, his fingers driving into her hard and fast while his tongue continued to torment her sensitive clit. Islinda’s moans filled the room, echoing off the walls as she teetered on the brink of a mind-shattering orgasm.

"Oh, fuck... that’s it... oh, god, don’t stop...nh!" Her words became a jumbled mess as the pleasure overwhelmed her. The tone of her voice, breathless and needy, drove Aldric wild, urging him to push her even further. Islinda’s back arched off the bed as her climax ripped through her, a deep, guttural groan tearing from her throat.

"Fuck..."

Her entire body shook as the waves of pleasure crashed over her, her head thrown back, one hand buried in her hair while the other squeezed her breast. Aldric didn’t let up, his fingers still thrusting into her as she squirted, her release soaking his hand.

He watched her with a triumphant smirk, their eyes locking as she struggled to catch her breath. She whimpered, struggling to get free, her body riding through the aftershocks of her orgasm. Her entire body trembled, but he didn’t stop—not until her juices stopped flowing.

Then he was there again, growling low in his throat and licking her hungrily in a rhythm that had her panting again. Islinda matched each stroke with the rock of her hips, shamelessly and desperately.

"Please, Aldric," she begged, her voice barely more than a breathless whisper. She was racing toward another climax, her body coiled tight like a spring ready to snap.

Aldric was merciless, his tongue working her over with a skill that left her mind reeling. He twirled his tongue in a way that made her head fall back, a scream of pure pleasure tearing from her lips.

"Yes, come for me, Tatiana," Aldric growled against her, his voice rough with need. "I need more of your juices on my tongue."

The name jolted through Islinda’s lust-laden brain like a shock. Tatiana? For a split second, confusion cut through the haze of pleasure, but before she could ask him about it, her orgasm crashed over her, leaving her body violently shaking.

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