Mated To The Cruel Prince
Chapter 236: I Enjoy Being Your God

Chapter 236: I Enjoy Being Your God

Aldric kissed her. At least, his other personality did. The kiss was demanding, devouring, and almost violent. This other Aldric was not here to ease her into the feeling, but rather to take from her as if he was entitled to her. He called her princess, but he sure wasn’t kissing like one.

"Mmmm," Not that Islinda wasn’t complaining. The heat from earlier has returned and it pooled low in her belly. He punished her with a harsh kiss, invading her mouth with his tongue and entangling it with hers. By the gods, this felt so good.

Islinda was swimming in pleasure she didn’t even realize when her back hit the bed as the intense kiss went on without interruption. If there was any familiarity between both Aldric’s, it was their love for biting. This other Aldric took her lower lips in between his teeth, sucking and nibbling on it. He bit her, enough to taste blood, kissing her harder and drinking up every bit of drop, moaning against her mouth.

The sound echoed through her, and Islinda felt wetness coming from her panties. She lost self-control the instant his lips descended on hers and now wanted the hardness of his body crushing against her. Her wish soon got fulfilled because Aldric’s arousal pushed into her stomach and her body responded with wet heat. Islinda was both frightened and aroused at the same time. Of course, desire overrode her sense of reasoning.

Islinda was breathless when they broke apart and she greedily sucked in air. Not that the passion was diminished when they parted, Aldric kissed her neck, finding the soft spot there, and sucked it while Islinda moaned beneath him. If she were to look into the mirror right now, Islinda could not recognize herself as the woman panting and writhing beneath Aldric. She wasn’t supposed to cross the line, and yet she wanted it all the same.

While his lips grazed her neck, his hands found her breasts and kneaded them, Islinda moaned at the pleasure that exploded through her legs. By the gods, she couldn’t take it anymore. The ache was beginning to kill her. And to make it worse, Aldric ground his body against that throbbing pot, stars exploded in her vision.

Islinda realized she was a goner. But that move was not enough to relieve the heat pounding between her legs. Damn the consequences, she wanted Aldric right now.

He sat back to watch her and Islinda was rendered speechless at his faintly glowing blue eyes, heavy with lust and the devilish smirk that curled his lips. The other Aldric licked that spot on her lip where he wounded her and declared with lidded eyes, "You are mine, princess."

A thrill went through Islinda and it was not from pleasure, but terror. She was not his. She belonged to no one, especially not him. The passion was doused out by that statement, but that was until his lips closed over hers once again and the heat returned. Aldric seems to induce the desire with just one touch.

Disappointment hits Islinda in the chest when he separates from her without warning until she realizes what he is up to as he crawls down her body. She looked down and the smile on his face was devious, alongside a dark promise of what was to come in his eyes. Islinda swallowed, her heart rate picking up. Was she ready for this?

Yet Islinda did nothing as Aldric pushed up her skirt till it bunched around her stomach. Her heart missed several beats as Aldric got rid of her panties and her face flushed in shame. This was so embarrassing.

Yet Aldric shamelessly sniffed her wetness, his eyes burning brighter as the most tantalizing scent assaulted his senses, and he licked his lips in anticipation of the meal he was about to have.

Islinda felt exposed and had a change of mind at the last minute, "Aldric, I think we -"

But this Aldric was not in the mood for her excuses because he spreads her legs apart, grabs her butt cheeks, and leans into her, her scent nearly overwhelming him. His hot teased along her thighs and made Islinda clench her belly in anticipation.

Then his tongue slid through her wetness and a moan slipped past Islinda’s lips. She felt her world whirl as Aldric’s tongue lash out at her clit and she arched her back, the feelings flooding through her.

"My God, Aldric," She cried out, focusing on the pleasure that he was giving her.

Aldric lifted his head and grinned, "Indeed, I enjoy being your God, princess."

He went back to sucking her clit and Islinda fisted the sheet beneath her, moaning his name and the guttural sound he made against her was enough evidence he enjoyed wrecking her.

Aldric really knew how to work with his tongue because Islinda was lost in this pool of pleasures as he devoured her intently, slowly, as if he had all the time in the world. Her voice was hoarse from moaning and screaming his name and the Fae finally increased his pace. The speed was simply unbelievable and out of the world, hitting just the right spot as Islinda screamed harder, whimpering and thrashing as she was driven close to the edge.

She arched her back, clutching the sheet harder, afraid that she would break into a million pieces with each stroke of his wicked tongue. But then she finally shattered like a bird set free. And for a moment there, it felt like she was flying, not that she wasn’t aware of Aldric licking her through her orgasm.

Her body finally settled from its quivering and Islinda found herself in a peaceful daze. So this was what she had been missing out on? No wonder Aldric was egoistic, he sure knew what he was capable of. But peace only lasted until Aldric rose from her legs and while his chin was still wet from eating her out, the eyes that stared back at her were different.

The main Aldric was back.

Damn.