Mated To The Cruel Prince
Chapter 561: Found The Traitor

Chapter 561: Found The Traitor

There was a raw, primal energy emanating from Aldric, and Islinda could sense the barely contained hunger in his eyes. She swallowed, feeling both exhilarated and apprehensive in the face of his intense gaze.

"I—I missed you, Aldric," she finally admitted, her cheeks burning red with embarrassment. It was a confession she hadn’t planned on making, but the truth spilled out nonetheless. Despite her efforts to push him out of her mind, she couldn’t deny the lingering presence of the dark Fae in her thoughts, even during her time away from him. And now, facing him once again, Islinda’s heart pounded with a mixture of anticipation and desire as she met his intense gaze. She craved him, his touch, his presence. It was maddening to feel this way, but it was undeniably true. She was truly damaged in the head.

A sinister smile spread across Aldric’s features, sending shivers down Islinda’s spine. It was a smile that hinted at darker desires, a hunger that threatened to consume them both. "Good," he murmured, his voice low and seductive. "Because I didn’t just miss you. I went mad with longing."

Without warning, he yanked a fistful of Islinda’s hair, eliciting a gasp from her lips. The roughness of his touch, the urgency in his movements, sent a thrill of anticipation coursing through her veins. It was a sensation she had never imagined she would come to enjoy, the intertwining of pleasure and pain in such an intimate moment. But now, as Aldric’s grip tightened and he pulled her hair back, exposing her slender neck, she found herself craving more.

His lips trailed a prickling heat along her jaw, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. Islinda swallowed hard as Aldric’s kiss deepened, relishing the feel of his mouth against her skin. She couldn’t help but shiver as he drew her attention to the pulsing veins beneath her flesh.

But her nerves only heightened when she felt the gentle scrape of his elongated canines against her skin. "Aldric..." she breathed his name in warning, fully aware of the implications of his actions. Although that would require her biting him too and exchanging blood, only then would they be kind of "married" according to Fae law. Yet knowing that, it didn’t ease the tension. If anything, her attention was heightened.

"Shhh," Aldric breathed her skin causing goosebumps to erupt on her arms. "Relax."

But how could Islinda relax when she was reminded of the sharp teeth he hadn’t yet retracted. He nicked her skin.

"Oh." Islinda could only say as pleasure rushed through her veins. Aldric continued kissing, nipping and grazing her neck expertly while Islinda grabbed his arm so hard she drew blood. It was as if she was drowning in a sea of pleasure as Aldric suckled the sweet spot on her neck.

Her moans reverberated across the space and Islinda couldn’t care at that moment if anyone walked in on them.

Every touch, every caress from Aldric sent shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her body, igniting a fire that threatened to consume them both.

When Aldric finally let her up, her heart skipped a beat at the sight of his sharp breath. They looked wickedly sharp yet Islinda couldn’t ignore the thrill that rushed through at the thought of that impaling her soft skin. It was going to hurt, but if the nickings so far were any indication, then it was going to be quite pleasurable.

Aldric did not even stop her when she traced his jaw, her thumb feeling the tips of his canines, her heart pounding loudly in her ears at the lustful thought while her blood heated with desire. When Aldric suddenly attempted to bit her finger, she jumped and withdrew.

She glared at him while a deep rumble that felt like laughter echoed from within. With his eyes shining with a glint, he told her, "Hasn’t anyone told you this, if you place your head in a lion’s mouth, then you cannot complain one day if he happens to bite it off."

"You’re not a lion." Islinda argued.

He grinned, "No, I’m not. I’m way worse." His expression darkened with desire, "Now if you are done exploring my mouth, let’s take this up a notch, don’t you think?"

Islinda’s breath caught in her throat as Aldric’s lips crashed against hers with a ferocity that took her by surprise.

The kiss was anything but gentle; it was fierce and demanding, a primal display of desire that left Islinda breathless and dizzy with sensation. Aldric’s lips moved against hers with a hunger that bordered on desperation, his tongue seeking entrance to her mouth with an insistent demand that she couldn’t resist.

Islinda’s hands instinctively reached up to tangle in Aldric’s hair, pulling him closer as she surrendered herself to the intoxicating whirlwind of passion. In that moment, there was only the both of them, lost in the intensity of their desire, their bodies pressed together in a passionate embrace.

They were in that little world of theirs where there was no judgment, no lies, no hesitation. It was just the two of them lost in the throes of pleasure. Islinda didn’t realize it, but she was the one shamelessly moving against him, her body responding eagerly to his touch, and Aldric gladly reciprocated, his own desire mirroring hers as they became consumed by the heat of the moment.

The only time they broke apart was to breathe, their chests rising and falling in synchrony, only for the both of them to surrender into another kiss as if they couldn’t get enough of each other. Time seemed to stand still in that moment, their kiss a timeless embrace that transcended reality. Each brush of their lips sent sparks flying through Islinda’s veins, igniting a fire within her that she never knew existed.

In Aldric’s arms, she had found a sanctuary, a refuge from the chaos of the world outside. But as their passion reached its peak, Islinda’s senses snapped back to reality with the sound of hurried footsteps approaching. She stiffened, a sense of foreboding washing over her as she recognized the voice that rang out through the air.

"Stop at once! Deliver the traitor, Islinda!" The proclamation pierced through the intimacy of the moment, causing Islinda to break away from Aldric, her heart racing with fear and adrenaline. The captain of the king’s army had found her, and there was nowhere left to hide.