Mated To The Cruel Prince novel Chapter 894

Chapter 894: Art Of Patience

Aldric pulled his tunic over his head, revealing his sculpted chest and the smooth, taut muscles underneath. Islinda swallowed, her throat suddenly dry. There was something about this moment, something more intimate and exposed, that made her heartbeat quicken.

The soft moonlight traced the sharp lines of Aldric’s body, illuminating the runes that marked his skin and illuminating his body as soon as her powers called to him.

Without breaking eye contact, Aldric casually pushed down his trousers, letting them fall to the ground, and stood there completely naked before her.

The air around them seemed to still. Aldric stood with arrogant confidence, his stance unbothered, as though being exposed in this way was as natural to him as breathing. His smirk remained as he glanced at her, catching the brief flicker of arousal in her eyes.

Islinda fought the urge to give in, refusing to show how much his presence was affecting her. She’d faced monsters without flinching, surely, she could handle her mate’s seduction.

Yet the sudden rush of heat coursing through her body wasn’t so easily ignored. It made her skin feel warmer, her pulse pounding quicker. Still, Islinda remained perfectly still even though Azula was screaming at her to make a move and devour the meal before her.

It was times like these that the difference between her and Azula surfaced. Unlike Azula who liked to jump headfirst into tempting offers like these, she - Islinda - liked to play hard to get and make Aldric break a sweat. That challenge was thrilling and made the effort worth it.

"Enjoying the view?" Aldric teased her, his voice deep and low, the playful edge unmistakable.

Islinda rolled her eyes but didn’t move from where she stood, her lips curling slightly into a smirk. "Just waiting to see if you’ll actually bathe or stand there preening all night."

Aldric chuckled, clearly amused with her response. He turned away from her, giving her a final, deliberately slow glance over his shoulder before stepping into the river.

At the sight of his sculpted ass, a groan that was undoubtedly Azula’s came from her lips. The Succubus was becoming frustrated with her but Islinda held the reins and she was so not letting go. Azula had to learn the art of patience.

The cold water met Aldric’s skin with a quiet splash, and he exhaled softly, the chill of it grounding him. As he waded further in, the water rippling around his legs and waist, he felt the tension of the day slowly ebb away.

Islinda remained at the water’s edge, her gaze following him despite her attempt to maintain her distance. She wasn’t about to let herself be distracted, but watching him—unfiltered, unguarded—was a temptation she couldn’t entirely ignore. There was a rawness to him in this moment, one that made her feel as though they were the only two people in the world.

Aldric turned to face her again, standing waist-deep in the water, his wet hair falling into his eyes. He ran a hand through it, pushing it back as the moonlight shimmered off the droplets clinging to his skin.

Take him. Now. Azula’s voice commanded in her mind, loud and insistent. She winced from the intensity. She was still getting used to their cohabitation and the strain showed in times like this when Azula was being forceful.

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