Mated To The Cruel Prince
Chapter 537: Devour

Chapter 537: Devour

Aldric lifted his head, his dark eyes gleaming with a predatory glint as he issued his warning to Islinda. "Mind your screams, darling, or this might end before it even starts," he reminded her with a cunning smile playing on his lips. He knew that he had ensnared her in his web with just one taste, and there was no way she could escape now.

With a quick motion, Islinda lifted a trembling palm to her mouth just as Aldric’s tongue stroked along her folds, sending a jolt of electric pleasure coursing through her veins. She bit down on her palm, stifling the whimpers of pleasure that threatened to escape her lips, her other hand tangling in Aldric’s hair.

The sensation was overwhelming, a surge of raw pleasure that tore through Islinda’s body like lightning, igniting every nerve ending with a fiery intensity. Despite her efforts to contain the sounds of ecstasy building within her, the pleasure was too intense to suppress completely, and she found herself trembling with the effort to keep herself from crying out. The pleasure mounted, causing Islinda’s back to arch off the bed.

"Mm," Aldric hummed appreciatively, his voice a low rumble as he ate her out with deliberate precision. "I told you, I find you quite delicious," he murmured, his words laced with a mixture of desire and satisfaction. Islinda could hear the smugness in his voice, knowing that he took pleasure in the effect he had on her.

Like an obsessed Fae possessed by desire, Aldric began to lap at Islinda’s clit with a fervent hunger that left her trembling with pleasure. With each stroke of his tongue, waves of sensation crashed over her, rendering her unable to stay still as ecstasy enveloped her senses.

She writhed on the bed, her body arching and twisting in response to the delicious assault on her clit. Aldric’s ministrations were relentless, his movements skilled and precise as he continued to lick and suck with an intensity that threatened to drive her to the brink of madness.

Unable to contain herself any longer, Islinda bit down on her hand with all her might, the pressure of her teeth against her flesh serving as a desperate attempt to suppress her screams. God damn it! Aldric would be the end of her.

Aldric continued his relentless assault, his movements driving Islinda’s body to the brink of ecstasy. With each stroke of his tongue, she felt the tension mounting inside her, her body winding tighter and tighter with each passing moment until she felt as though she would burst at the seams.

And then, like a dam breaking, everything inside her exploded outwards in a rush of pure ecstasy. Pleasure washed over her, engulfing her in a tidal wave of sensation that left her trembling with the intensity of it all. Her hand throbbed from biting down on it so hard, the pain serving as a reminder tethering her to reality.

"Aldric!" Islinda cried out his name in surprise, her eyes flaring wide as she struggled to process the sheer magnitude of the sensation that had just washed over her. But before she could catch her breath, she realized that the dark Fae prince was not yet done with her.

Aldric devoured Islinda with a voracious hunger that left her trembling. Just when it seemed she had gotten used to his rhythm, he would switch it up, catching her off guard and sending waves of sensation coursing through her body.

The dark Fae prince was a master of his craft, his movements calculated and precise as he explored every inch of her with a skilled touch. With each new sensation, he stirred up her pleasure, leaving her gasping and writhing beneath him as he took her to the brink of ecstasy and back again.

"Aldric, please..." Islinda’s plea was a desperate whisper. She didn’t know what to ask for anymore, caught in a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. Part of her wanted Aldric to stop, to end the overwhelming assault on her senses that threatened to consume her entirely. Yet another part of her didn’t want him to stop, craving the ecstasy of his touch with a hunger that bordered on insatiable.

Her legs instinctively closed around his head, drawing him closer as she surrendered herself to the dizzying sensation of pleasure that washed over her. It was too much for her body to handle, the intensity of it all leaving her trembling.

Suddenly, a wave of pleasure crashed over her, sending her careening over the edge into a blissful abyss of ecstasy. With a cry, she grabbed more handfuls of his hair, her fingers tangling in the soft strands as she rode out the pleasure that coursed through her.

Yet Aldric showed no signs of stopping, his relentless assault on her senses driving her to the brink of madness with each passing moment.

As Islinda lay beneath Aldric, lost in a haze of pleasure, she finally understood the true nature of his actions. This wasn’t just about desire or passion; it was about power and control. Aldric’s fury and anger simmered beneath the surface, driving him to punish her in the most intimate of ways.

Despite his claims of forgiveness, it was clear that Aldric still harbored resentment towards her for leaving him. His actions spoke volumes, each movement of his tongue a silent accusation, each orgasm he brought her to a testament to his dominance.

But even as she recognized the underlying anger in his actions, Islinda couldn’t deny she liked it. How many times had he brought her to orgasm already? She had lost count amidst the dizzying whirlwind of sensation that enveloped her.

At that moment, she was completely at his mercy, pliable to his will as he expertly wielded his tongue, wreaking havoc inside her with a skill that left her shaking with desire.

"Aldric!" Islinda cried out, unable to take it anymore. Her body was already sore, her core throbbing with the aftermath of countless orgasms. Each movement of his tongue sent jolts of both pleasure and pain coursing through her, it was becoming almost too much to bear.

It was not possible yet Aldric’s tongue flicked over her clit with impossible speed, igniting every nerve ending in her body with a fiery intensity. The pleasure was overwhelming, and she couldn’t help but scream, her thigh instinctively clamping around his head as she sought to draw him closer.

With a primal strength, Aldric seized her leg, effortlessly throwing it over his shoulder and bringing her impossibly closer to him. His face buried between her thighs, he continued his incessant assault, his tongue never faltering as he expertly guided her through the peaks and valleys of pleasure.

As Islinda rocked through her final wave of ecstasy, she felt herself teetering on the edge of oblivion. She convulsed with the intensity of her release, her body trembling with the sheer force.

Coming hard on Aldric’s face, Islinda felt her entire being consumed by the overwhelming pleasure that swept through her. The dark Fae prince lapped at her with a hunger that seemed insatiable, extending and drawing out her orgasm until there was nothing left to give.

Finally spent, Islinda fell limp against the bed, her leg slipping down from Aldric’s shoulder as he removed himself from her. His face was glistening with her juices, yet he made no attempt to wipe it away as he drew his mouth back up to hers, his eyes burning with primal hunger.

Aldric’s lips pressed against Islinda’s with a fervent hunger, warm and swollen from their intimate encounter. As their mouths met, he tasted of her, a heady mix of desire and arousal that made her moan. He kissed her deeply, his lips moving slowly and thoroughly, exploring every inch of her mouth with a relentless passion.

The crisp scent of winter that clung to him mingled with the musky aroma of their intimacy, creating an intoxicating blend that enveloped them both in a haze of desire. In that moment, it felt as though they were drowning in a world of their own creation, lost in the throes of passion and desire. But just as suddenly as it had begun, Aldric withdrew, leaving Islinda breathless and yearning for more.

"What is it?" Islinda asked, her voice still trembling with the lingering echoes of pleasure that reverberated through her body. Despite the intoxicating sensations that still pulsed through her, she couldn’t shake the nagging feeling of unease that lingered in the back of her mind.

She looked up at Aldric, searching his face for any sign of what was to come. The fear of abandonment clawed at her heart, a painful reminder of the past when he kicked her out without a second thought.

"I have to go. I have exhausted myself and can’t hold the connection anymore," Aldric explained, his tone carrying a sense of urgency.

"What?" Islinda’s confusion deepened, her brow furrowing as she tried to make sense of his words.

Aldric grinned that fiendish smile of his. "You’ll know soon enough," he replied cryptically, leaving Islinda with more questions than answers.

Suddenly, Islinda felt a shift in the air, a sensation of something snapping around her. In that moment, it was as if a veil had been lifted, and she was abruptly yanked back to reality with a jolt.