Mated To The Cruel Prince
Chapter 133: What They Shouldn’t Be Doing

Chapter 133: What They Shouldn’t Be Doing

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Ba-dum. Ba-dum.

Islinda’s heart pounded in her chest.

She should stop this but the shock of his lips on her skin left her reeling for several more seconds. Aldric finally leaned back, his hand still on her neck and Islinda found it difficult to breathe.

He squeezed her neck slightly and she flinched, the smirk that tugged his lips to the side suddenly making her feel like she walked right into his trap. And instead of being frightened, Islinda was electrified.

This was a Fae who admitted to fornicating in public, the very thought of it making her throat go dry. He stole her from her realm and would use her for his benefit. He was the type of Fae who enslaved people both in mind and soul, Islinda was well aware of his monstrosity, yet, her heart skipped a beat as she stared at him. His lips on her skin felt like a taint on her soul forever.

He towered over her, his beauty utterly devastating. His blue eyes were so deep they were almost violet piercing through her. And then his perfect mouth, her gaze flickered down to his lush lips and a lick of thrill kissed down her back.

Unfortunately, he caught her staring and his eyes twinkled with amusement.

"Do you like what you see, little human?"

"Maybe," Islinda blurted out before her eyes widened at the last minute, realizing the gravity of what she just said.

"No!" She stuttered, "T-that’s not... what I want to say.... I mean..."

However, Aldric’s gaze fixed her on the spot, it was smoldering like he planned to devour her whole and a rush of both excitement and fear went through her. What has she done? His expression turned dark and hungry like a feral animal and she was the prey. The unfortunate prey.

Before Islinda could think of escaping responsibility, Aldric grabbed her waist and crushed her against his chest. She gasped, her lips parting and he dipped his head and slanted his mouth over hers.

Slap her, she must be dreaming. Islinda thought as pleasure raced through her. His crisp and delicious smell filled her nostrils and her brain stopped functioning as she forgot the world all around her.

If anyone had asked Islinda what Aldric’s kiss would feel like, "gentle" wouldn’t have been one of the words, not that she had ever imagined he would ever kiss her. But it was happening, and she didn’t have the power to stop it.

She shockingly craved it too.

His mouth was soft and firm and he kissed her slowly only to pull back. The both of them stared at each other breathlessly, no, she was the only one heaving. Aldric stared at her intently as if giving her a chance to retreat before it was too late. However, he forgot one thing, she had danced with danger all the time as a hunter and now she had a taste, she wasn’t going to back down. No, she wasn’t scared of him. He could give her his worst and she would take it. She would not cower like a coward.

The challenge in her eyes must have stirred Aldric because he gave her a fiendish grin that made her gulp right before he sealed his mouth over hers, kissing her again. He kissed her until she lost track of who she was, who he was, and what they shouldn’t be doing.

Islinda moaned as he nipped her bottom lip, her hand digging into his hair like she’d been dying to, pulling him closer. By the gods, his hair was so soft and why wasn’t Aldric kissing her hard enough so she could feel it down to her toes? Not that this wasn’t thrilling enough, but she could feel him holding back, by a lot.

Aldric must have sensed her frustration because he chuckled against her lips like the fiend he was. But when she slid her tongue into his mouth, tasting him instead, it finally roused him to action.

Done with the control, a growl rumbled in his chest as Aldric shoved her backward until her back hit the bed. Shock filled Islinda’s eyes, as Aldric deepened the kiss, forcing his tongue into her mouth.

The kiss was harsh, bruising, and invasive as if he meant to possess her, his hand sliding into her hair. She moaned and he swallowed the sound greedily. For a Fae who was always cold as the glacial ocean, he was remarkably warm as her hand slid over his chest and reveled in the feeling.

Wrapping her arm around his neck, Islinda kissed him back with a fierce hunger that shouldn’t be there. But this must be his manipulation or something, Islinda gladly blamed his magic, refusing to accept this was all her.

She was frightened of the heat that flowed through her and blaming his magic made it easier to carry on with her action. A tug like a primal, feral need to claim and be claimed roared through her and she almost gave in except Aldric retreated.

A frustrated sound left her mouth and Islinda was shocked to find out that she chased after his lips. Aldric burst into laughter as heat rose to her cheeks. And then like a tidal wave, clarity returned and shame washed over her as an image of Valerie flashed in her head.

Fuck.

What has she done?

What would he think of her now?

"Don’t you dare," Aldric’s voice was as sharp as a blade, his stormy gaze cutting into her. He must have sensed her deep regret.

Before she could retort, he slid his hand into her hair and kissed her until she couldn’t think of anything other than him.

Islanda moaned slightly when he pulled back, her lips parted in surprise as they stared at each other. She wanted to speak but words failed her. What was she going to say?

"Sleep."

Aldric commanded and darkness enveloped her.