Mated To The Cruel Prince
Chapter 301: A Little Demonstration

Chapter 301: A Little Demonstration

It had taken Islinda a lot of courage to say those words, but Eli staring at her as if she had grown two heads made her frown and wonder if she had misunderstood the situation. Earlier, he looked at her with a blazing heat, as if he wanted to ravish her right on the spot. Now, he looked dumb.

"W–what?" Eli stuttered, unable to believe it. He must have heard wrongly, so he questioned, "What did you just say?"

Islinda swallowed the lump in her throat, seeking the courage to speak out her need again. However, she made up her mind, rephrasing her words, "I want you to fuck me, Eli. Take me now." Before she changes her mind, embarrassment gets the best of her.

There was not much of a difference in Eli’s expression except a deep frown set in. What was wrong? Islinda was not confident anymore. Had she mistaken the situation or perhaps, he didn’t think that she was serious? It wouldn’t be surprising considering he was always the person taking the initiative to seduce her and must think she was bluffing. She had to prove it.

She threw her hand around the back of his neck and pressed her lips to his. Islinda loved the fact that Eli didn’t hesitate to respond, his mouth pressing harder against hers, his hands running along her side, roughly. She indeed had not mistaken the signal.

The kiss was hot and passionate, her lips parting and their tongues crashed together. Islinda moaned, her hand taking a mind of its own as she dug through his hair while running the other over the muscles of his chest and around to his strong back. She relished the delightful sensation of his muscles flexing beneath her palm and knowing she had the power to elicit such a response from him.

Islinda gasped, inhaling his breath when Eli jerked his hips forward, his arousal hard against her belly while he kissed her senselessly. Heat rose in her, liquid fire racing to the tender flesh between her thighs and tormenting her with an aching need. She wanted him now.

They stopped kissing, her heart racing wildly when Eli reached for the sash holding the robe together while she watched and loosened it. He pulled the fabric off her shoulder and tossed it to the ground. Islinda gulped nervously, feeling his hungry eyes take in the sight of her in the provocative nightwear.

Islinda had no idea what she had been thinking when she chose the loose blue gown - his favorite color - that left little to the imagination, with its thin slip strap and the low cut, revealing the swell of her breasts. Her nipple already hardened, straining against the lace material and she was sure he could see the pointed ends.

Perhaps she had known deep down that this would happen and had only been delaying the inevitable. Their eyes met and the pure, animalistic lust lurking in the depths of his blue orbs sent a shiver down her spine. It exhilarated and scared Islinda at the same time, filling her with dark anticipation.

She pressed her chest to his, the sensation tearing through her body. But to her dissatisfaction, Eli placed both hands on her shoulder and created a distance between them.

"What’s wrong?" Islinda asked, feeling him withdraw from her, not just physically."Did I do something wrong? I thought you wanted this?"

"That is the problem. Are you sure you truly want this princess or you’re simply carried away in the moment?" He dared to question her motivation.

Islinda spoke through gritted teeth, anger in her eyes, "I don’t recall telling you to fuck me every day, do I? Do you know how much courage it took me to request such?" She was hurt by his doubt.

"Forgive me if I hurt your feelings, princess, it was never my intention to do so. However, I’ve seen your interactions with Aldric so far and each time you get a little intimate, you blame it on being caught in the moment. If I were to have something special with you, princess, I would want to ensure you wouldn’t end up regretting it. I need to know you know what you are getting into and that you want this. So tell me, princess, do you truly want me to bed you?" He allowed her to back out now before it was too late.

Islinda had sworn she was a hundred percent sure moments ago, but that must have been her hormones speaking, because now, there was a conflicted look in her eyes. This was Eli, the sweet version of the self-centered, psychopathic Fae, Aldric. No matter how good he was to her, they were still the same. Soon enough, Aldric would surface and whatever decision she takes would stay with her. Was she ready to bed the enemy? The idea had always repelled her yet her vain self still wanted him.

Eli stepped in, saying to her, "I see you’re confused, but it seems that I can make things simple for you."

"What?" Islinda rasped, her throat parched.

"Perhaps, a little demonstration would do."

Islinda had yet to understand his intentions when he took her hand and led her into his bedroom. He made her stop in front of the vanity and spun her around to face the mirror while standing behind her.

He gave her no description nor warning of any kind when he lowered his head, kissing her in the soft dip between her shoulder blades. A sharp thrill raced down her spine as he buried his face in her neck.

Their eyes met on the mirror as he kissed up her neck, saying against her skin, "Do not take your eyes off the mirror. Watch attentively and then you will be able to tell if this is something you want."

Islinda’s heart slammed against her rib cage because watching Eli do things to her body was very erotic. A deep flush spread across her cheeks and neck and her eyes widened slightly when Eli pushed her dress down, releasing her breast. Then he dropped his hands to her boobs, cupping each one in each hand.

She moaned huskily, watching his large palm messaging her sensitive tits through the mirror and noting her amorous reactions to him. He left her breathing heavily and panting for more as her sex clenched in aching need.

His hand slipped between them and Islinda gasped, struck by a searing sensation when Eli dipped a finger inside of her, feeling how wet she was. She threw her head back and closed her eyes as she tried to steady her breath, only for him to slap her on the bottom and she winced. Although, it was effective in bringing back her attention.

"Eyes on the mirror, princess," He reminded her, chuckling delightfully.

She met his hooded stare in the mirror, his finger sliding in and out of her. Islinda could not recognize herself, her breast was out in the open, her nipples hard, her face tight with pleasure. No, she was drowning in pleasure.

"So, tell me, princess," Eli said, while adding a second finger and stretching her, "Do you want this? There’s no going back once you’re in."

He increased the pace of his fingers, her inner walls clenching with anticipation and it was not long before she was thrown over the edge.

Islinda’s breath came in short bursts but that didn’t stop her from saying,

"Yes, I want this. Now, take me already!"