Mated To The Cruel Prince-Chapter 760: Forever changed

Islinda let out a sharp intake of breath as soon as their lips met. The sensation was explosive, like fireworks going off in her head. She moaned greedily, grabbing his hair and pulling him closer till there was practically nothing between them. Nothing but their clothes. But those clothes might as well feel invisible with how tightly flushed they were pressed to each other.

Their tongues tangled together with a hungry need, gently at first, then ravenous and hard the next. It was nearly a week apart but it sure felt like forever. To think of what Azula must have done in her absence filled her with such jealousy and anger that she kissed Aldric’s lips like some prize to be claimed.

She pressed her hand against his chest, a jolt of awareness passing between them before traveling down to feel and touch the hard length of his erection straining against his pants. A low growl rumbled in Aldric’s chest, and he placed his hand on her lower back, dipping her backwards till she was laid down on the bare ground.

This was hardly the place but Islinda did not fight him as he lowered himself on top of her. Neither did she care if anyone saw them, nor was the presence of her inhibitions that thought this was not proper. There was a raging need burning though her and she needed Aldric to quench it.

He covered her in kisses, trailing his lips along her marks and making her feel more special. Those marks were alien and marred her otherwise once smooth human skin, but Aldric made her feel more beautiful than she had ever been.

His hands stroked everywhere, her throat, squeezing her breast, slipping under her dress, trailing up her thighs and finding her heat.

"Gods, Aldric," Islinda gasped out the moment his fingers circled her clit.

Aldric let out a responsive moan as he spread her cheek with his finger, she was so wet and ready for him. And the thought of it made him hard, it was painful. He couldn’t wait to have her. To own his Islinda.

"You are so damn perfect for me, Islinda. You are made for me. Just mine." Aldric murmured as he continuously stroked her, teased her occasionally by thrusting into her moist heat only to withdraw at the last minute

"Please Aldric," Islinda couldn’t take his torture anymore.

"Please what?" He asked, a hard, dark glint in his eyes.

"Please touch me." Islinda demanded, no ounce of shame in her bones.

A sudden, predatory grin crossed his features. A look that should have made get cower in fear, instead it aroused her further.

"As you wish," He told her, just as he ripped apart the material of his underwear standing in his way. Then he worked his finger in.

"Fuck." Islinda cried out as he began to thrust her, fucking her with fingers. By the gods, it felt so good.

However, it wasn’t enough for Aldric who handed a second finger, stretching her further.

"Aldric.... " Islinda arched her back, her eyes dilated and wild with pleasure.

"Shhh," Aldric hushed her, a dark glee in his eyes as he added a third finger, stretching her to the point it was a combination of pain and pleasure, a heady sensation that left her whimpering.

"This here... " Aldric made his point by thrusting into her. Islinda moaned, her eyes rolling and closing. "Is mine. You are mine, Islinda." He said with such dominance that forced her bundle of nerves to tighten around his fingers, acknowledging his claim.

Then Aldric upped his pace. His fingers moved faster and deeper into her, with more pressure, and all she could do was moan and writhe against him. All Islinda could concentrate on was the pleasure that washed over her, intent on drowning her, every nerve endings in her body ignited on his touch.

He curved a finger in a way that touched a spot inside of her that seemed to explode with pleasure and Islinda knew at that moment that she was close to toppling over the edge. She grabbed his hips, her nails digging into his skin to the point of drawing blood.

"Yes, that’s it, you’re closer now." Aldric thrust into her harder and faster until she reached that ninth heaven.

Aldric thrust his tongue into her mouth, swallowing her cry of pleasure as she shattered around his fingers. He dominated her mouth as she trembled against him, holding her through it till the whole wave subsided.

Islinda fell limp, breathless yet not exhausted. That was amazing, and satisfying, yet she wanted more. She finally understood when Aldric commented she could never match his vigor. It felt like that was an appetizer and the main course was just about to be served.

Aldric withdrew, the hunger in his eyes burning brighter. His hand was drenched with her juices, yet he lifted it to his lips and began to lick them off as if it was the best thing he had ever tasted. There was a twisted satisfaction in watching him savor that, and it made her core throb.

The sight of him, so unabashedly consuming her essence, sent a wave of heat through her body. She felt an unfamiliar boldness rising within her, an awakening of desires she had never fully acknowledged before. Islinda’s breaths came quicker, her chest rising and falling with the intensity of her arousal. fɾeeweɓnѳveɭ.com

It was in that moment that Islinda knew she was forever changed. The past version of herself would have never been brazen enough to express her desire so openly, so vulnerably. But now, in Aldric’s presence, she felt liberated. She felt powerful.

Her eyes locked onto his, a silent communication passing between them. Aldric’s gaze was filled with a dark, smoldering intensity that made her heart pound with anticipation.

Aldric leaned in with a growl, tightening his fingers in her hair and guiding her mouth to his. The searing kiss spoke of possession and need, Islinda melting into him. He took her bottom lip between his teeth, biting playfully and she whimpered.

Her nipples were hard beneath her dress, a molten ache pooling between her thighs, and Islinda rocked against him to relieve the feeling. When Aldric broke the kiss, he watched her intently, noting the rising and falling of her chest and the flushed color of her cheeks.

"Aldric," she whispered, her voice husky and shaky with desire, "I need you."

She was ready for him