Mated To The Cruel Prince-Chapter 761: Little Mate

Aldric lifted his hand, his claws flickering out, causing her heart to skip a beat. With a fiendish smile, Aldric rip her dress with his sharp claws in two. Islinda gasped at the gesture yet did nothing. Then he tore everything apart until she was naked and exposed before him.

The cool night air brushed against her bare skin, heightening her awareness of every sensation. Aldric’s gaze roamed over her body, a possessive gleam in his eyes as he took her in. Islinda’s breath hitched, what should have been fear racing through her veins was instead replaced by excitement.

"You are mine," Aldric growled, his voice low and commanding. His hand reached out to graze her pebbled nipple, sending shivers down her spine.

Islinda arched into him, seeking his touch, craving the connection between them. Aldric’s hands moved with a deftness and precision that spoke of experience, massaging the globe of her breasts before bending over and taking a nipple into his mouth. She let out a shallow, suppressed cry.

"Oh God," Islinda cried out repeatedly, feeling the sensation shoot straight to her core. Her mind was a whirlwind of sensations, yet Aldric continued his relentless assault on her, sucking one breast while squeezing the other. He then switched the pattern, taking the other nipple into his mouth and giving both breasts equal attention.

Islinda cried out, her voice echoing in the night. She had never felt so alive, so utterly consumed by another person. The intensity of Aldric’s touch and the raw desire in his eyes left her breathless, her body responding to him in ways she had never experienced before.

"Take me," she breathed, her voice trembling with need. "Please, just take me, Aldric. I can’t do this anymore." Islinda begged him when he finally gave her a moment of respite.

Aldric got rid of his clothes. With a final, possessive growl, he spread her legs apart, nestling himself between her thighs, and lowered himself down to an elbow. He reached down, rubbing his arousal against her heat, giving her a hint of what she was about to taste.

"Please, Aldric, please." Islinda’s voice was both a moan and a plea. She couldn’t take it anymore. She would run mad with pleasure if he didn’t do anything soon.

Then, their eyes locked, a silent understanding passing between them.

Aldric thrust all the way in, and Islinda’s eyes flew open.

Oh Gods.

She was breathless, a silent cry on the tip of her tongue as Aldric sheathed himself completely inside her, going so deeply she could feel him in her stomach.

"Yes," Islinda moaned as he stretched her so deliciously, her walls trying to accommodate him. She had nearly forgotten how good he felt.

Aldric slightly withdrew, only to ram back into her, both of them moaning in unison. It felt so good that he did it over and over, his thrusts relentless and powerful. Islinda lost count of the number of times he slammed into her, each forceful movement sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body.

The force of his hips slamming into her, raking against the walls of her nerves, drew out her pleasure. Her body trembled beneath him, her senses overwhelmed by the intense sensations.

She clung to him, her nails digging into his back, as he drove her closer and closer to the edge. The whole time, Aldric’s eyes never left hers, his smoldering stare only heightening her pleasure.

As if that wasn’t enough, Islinda wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him even closer, wanting to feel every inch of him. Their bodies moved in perfect harmony, like they were made for each other.

Her body began to tremble, she was close to the edge.

"Aldric, I think I’m going to come." She gasped, her voice barely audible against the slapping of their flesh echoing in the dark night.

Aldric’s response was a growl of pure, primal satisfaction, his movements becoming even more frenzied. He pounded into her with an intensity that left Islinda breathless and panting with a cry of both pain and pleasure. The intensity of their connection, both physical and emotional, was overwhelming.

Islinda came hard, wailing her release, her muscles arching and clamping down around him. Aldric grunted, holding back his own release that was dangerously close, determined to give her the orgasm of her life.

He kept on thrusting into her even as she twisted and convulsed beneath him, pushing her orgasm into another.

"Aldric!" Islinda was screaming now, her back arching off the ground. Aldric pushed her back down, pinning her in place as he prolonged her pleasure.

Islinda was murmuring nonsense, the pleasure overwhelming her. Aldric grabbed both of her legs, pushing them back until she was almost bent double. She never knew she was this flexible. He thrust himself impossibly deeper, hitting a spot inside her she never knew existed.

"Yes, I’ll be all you ever know and think of, my little half-breed! You are all MINE!" he grunted, fucking her harshly.

Islinda was not breathing anymore, her pleasure-pained screams enough to wake everyone in the castle. Her hands dug into the dirt, holding on for dear life that Aldric seemed intent on taking from her. Death by sex? She finally had a taste of it now.

Finally, Islinda fell apart, coming so hard she saw stars. However, there was something different this time. A strange sensation in her chest, some sort of raw connection she felt forming between her and Aldric as they came together. It was almost like she could feel him in every fiber of her being.

Was this what having sex as a Fae felt like? Was it always this intense, or was it something more? But most of all, Islinda wondered if Aldric felt it too.

Aftershocks rippled through Islinda’s body as she processed the onslaught of emotions. She kept coming, over and over, it was nearly crazy. Aldric wasn’t left unaffected either; he kept pumping so much seed inside of Islinda he thought he would never stop. Aldric knew he had completely filled her womb. When she finally milked him for all he was worth, he collapsed on her, utterly spent.

Aldric was stunned. This was the first time he had been tired out during sex. His dick, even while inside of her, was flaccid for the first time. He stared at Islinda, cupping her cheeks, a smile crossing his face.

His little mate completed him.