Mated To The Cruel Prince
Chapter 536: Starving

Chapter 536: Starving

Islinda’s eyes popped open in alarm, the realization of the situation sinking in as she desperately tried to break free from the kiss. Despite her silent plea for him to stop, either Aldric misread the signal or simply refused to heed it. In a panic, she pounded her fist against his chest, hoping to convey her urgency.

Instead of relenting, Aldric growled in response, his hand tightening around the soft curve of her breast. A suppressed cry escaped Islinda’s lips as she felt a surge of pleasure shoot through her body, her resistance weakening and involuntary arching into him.

She was powerless to resist his touch, the overwhelming desire threatening to consume her entirely. The gods help her. But as Aldric’s touch sent waves of pleasure coursing through her veins, Islinda couldn’t help but wonder if she truly wanted the gods help at all.

Aldric continued to lavish Islinda’s lips with his own, the kiss consuming and possessive in its intensity. Each movement of his lips against hers felt brutal and cruel as if he sought to claim her completely in that moment. Even with her struggles and the growing need for air, Aldric showed no signs of stopping, his desire for her evident in every fervent touch.

It wasn’t until Islinda’s lungs began to burn with the desperate need for air that Aldric finally released her from his grasp. As they parted, gasping for breath, Islinda’s chest heaved with the exertion of their passionate moment. The kiss left the both of them shaken and breathless.

"Y—you...!" Islinda glared at him. He should have let go of her when she demanded it. She honestly didn’t know whether to slap him or thank him. Her feelings were kind of confusing right now.

But Aldric was grinning knowingly, his eyes fixed on Islinda’s chest, unabashedly watching as her bust rose and fell beneath the fabric of her nightgown. His gaze lingered with delight, finding the sight of her blush and discomfort quite entertaining.

A rush of embarrassment flooded Islinda’s features as she became aware of Aldric’s scrutiny. With a quick motion, she lifted her hand to shield her chest, a reflexive gesture born of modesty and self-consciousness. The blush deepened on her cheeks as she averted her gaze, feeling exposed and vulnerable under Aldric’s intense perusal.

Aldric found Islinda’s gesture of shielding herself with her hand cute, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips. However, his next words shattered the brief moment of levity.

"I’m starving,"

"What?" Islinda’s voice carried a note of confusion as she struggled to comprehend Aldric’s meaning. It was the middle of the night, and the notion of going rummaging through Valerie’s kitchen seemed absurd. After all, this was Valerie’s house, and she couldn’t fathom why Aldric hadn’t taken her away yet if that was his intention. The situation left Islinda feeling disoriented and uncertain, unsure of what Aldric’s motives were for being here.

"I’m starving, Islinda," Aldric reiterated, his tone carrying a sense of urgency that caught Islinda’s attention. It was the pointed way in which he said it that finally made her realize the true meaning behind his words. In that instant, her eyes widened in shock, resembling the size of the moon as the realization dawned upon her.

In a panic, Islinda’s gaze darted towards the door, her heart pounding in her chest as she realized the potential danger of their situation. The door stood closed before her, a thin barrier separating them from the outside world, but it was not locked.

"No," she whispered urgently, her voice barely above a whisper as she voiced her protest. "Valerie is out there and could walk in at any minute." She would rather die if that were to happen.

"In that case, I guess you have to mute your screams then," Aldric remarked, his voice carrying a dark undertone that sent a chill down Islinda’s spine. He offered her a wink, his eyes gleaming with a promise of danger and excitement.

Oh Gods.

Islinda shuddered involuntarily, a nervous tremor coursing through her body as Aldric settled between her legs. With a mixture of anticipation and apprehension, she bit down on her lip, her heart pounding in her chest as she awaited his next move. As he pulled aside her underwear, his touch sent a jolt of electricity coursing through her veins, leaving her feeling vulnerable and exposed.

Aldric’s large hands caught her hips firmly, his touch both possessive and commanding as he spread her legs a little wider. The intimacy of the gesture sent a flush of heat rising to Islinda’s cheeks, her breath catching in her throat as she struggled to contain the rush of emotions coursing through her.

But instead of immediately lavishing her, Aldric hesitated, his movement deliberate as he took in the sight before him. The anticipation of what was to come left Islinda’s legs moving restlessly, her body quivering with need as she braced herself for the inevitable. She had all forgotten about the possibility of Valerie intruding.

"What are you doing?" Islinda’s voice trembled with nervousness as she questioned Aldric’s hesitation.

The anticipation had reached a fever pitch, and she found herself growing increasingly restless with each passing moment. While she hadn’t initially desired this encounter, the tension between them was palpable, and if Aldric was going to make a move, she wanted him to get it over with already.

Aldric peered up at Islinda from between her legs, his gaze smoldering with a dark intensity as a sinister smile played on his lips. "What do you think?" he murmured, his voice dripping with suspense. "I’m appreciating my meal before I devour it, and it looks quite delicious."

Islinda’s cheeks flushed crimson at his words, her breath hitching in her throat. Before she could brace herself for what was to come, Aldric’s lips and tongue found her hot core, sending a bolt of pleasure coursing through her body. With a cry of surprise and pleasure, Islinda lifted her hips instinctively, offering herself up to him without hesitation.

The sensation was overwhelming, a heady mixture of pleasure and desire that threatened to consume her entirely. By the gods, she thought, that should have come with a warning