Mated To The Cruel Prince novel Chapter 896

Chapter 896: Power Struggle

"I want more," Islinda suddenly blurted out, her own voice startling her. The words hung in the air between them, charged with a need she didn’t fully comprehend.

Sure, she had enjoyed their lovemaking, but it wasn’t enough. A gnawing hunger stirred inside her, as if her body wasn’t satisfied, as if her reserves weren’t filled at all. And since when did she have reserves?

The question nagged at her, but ever since merging with Azula, nothing about her made sense anymore. Her emotions, her thoughts, even her physical urges, everything felt foreign.

It was as if she and Azula, the powerful Succubus spirit entwined within her, were no longer two separate beings but were slowly merging into one. Azula’s lustful appetite had become her own, and the lines between them blurred more with each passing moment.

Aldric looked up at her, his expression shifting from mild surprise to amusement. "Not that I’m complaining, but since when do you call for another round?"

His voice was teasing, but there was an edge of excitement in his eyes. Usually, it was Aldric who seduced her, coaxing her into another bout of passion with a wicked smile and touches. Islinda taking control like this was... new. And he liked it.

Before Aldric could utter another word, Islinda was already moving. She climbed on top of him, her eyes gleaming with anticipation. Her hands reached down to grasp him, and she felt a surge of power at the feel of his hardness in her palm.

There was no hesitation in her movements as she positioned him at her entrance. The heat of him against her made her pulse quicken, and then, with a single, deliberate motion, she sank down onto him.

Aldric let out a deep groan, his hands flying to her hips as she took him in. The sensation was overwhelming—hot, tight, perfect.

Islinda gasped, the breath knocked out of her as he filled her completely, stretching her in a way that made her toes curl. He felt so good inside her, so impossibly right, and for a moment, she could do nothing but sit there, her body adjusting to the delicious fullness of him.

Then she began to move.

She found a rhythm almost immediately, her hips grinding into him with a fluidity that made Aldric’s head spin. He thrust up to meet her, his eyes locked on her as she rode him, their movements perfectly in sync. Each time he thrust into her, she let out a soft moan, the sound of her pleasure driving him wild.

"Oh fuck! Fuck!" Islinda’s voice was breathy, her words coming out in gasps as she lost herself in the pleasure. Her hands were gripping his chest, her nails digging into his skin as she rode him harder, faster. Aldric could only smile beneath her, loving the sight of her so thoroughly consumed by desire.

And then, without warning, something shifted.

Islinda’s movements grew more frantic, more vigorous, and her moans took on a deeper, more guttural tone. Aldric’s eyes widened as he realized what was happening—this wasn’t Islinda anymore. It was Azula.

"Hell, you feel so good!" Azula moaned, her voice thick with pleasure. Her hips moved with a wild, frenzied energy, bouncing on top of Aldric with a force that made him groan in response. There was a dark gleam in her eyes, and she looked down at him with a smirk, relishing every second of it.

Aldric couldn’t help but admire her speed, her intensity. Azula’s control over Islinda’s body was mesmerizing, and the sensation of her riding him with such vigor was beyond anything he’d ever experienced. His hands tightened on her hips, guiding her movements as she slammed down onto him over and over.

But just as quickly as Azula had taken control, Islinda was back. Her eyes flickered open, burning with annoyance. "Tell her she’s had her turn. Now it’s mine," Islinda growled, the frustration evident in her voice. She hated how Azula always interfered, always took control at the most inconvenient moments.

Aldric barely had time to register her words before Azula pushed through again. "Tell her to make me," Azula taunted, her smirk widening.

She loved teasing Islinda, knowing it drove her mad with anger and jealousy. But Islinda’s anger only fueled her own pleasure, and she continued to ride Aldric with a fierceness that had him groaning, his body trembling beneath her.

Aldric, meanwhile, was caught in the middle of this battle between the two women, each transition between Islinda and Azula bringing him to new heights of pleasure.

His breathing became ragged, his control slipping as his release neared. He wasn’t sure how much longer he could last under the intense onslaught of sensations.

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