Mated To The Cruel Prince
Chapter 615: Death Of Him, Her.

Chapter 615: Death Of Him, Her.

Aldric locked eyes with her, a mischievous glint dancing in his gaze. "I couldn’t care less about your condition," he remarked, his tone laced with playful daring, "as long as you keep those hands on me."

Islinda’s pulse quickened, a throbbing sensation building between her knees. She realized, with a sinking feeling, that she was in for trouble yet again. When had she ever learned her lesson about being around Aldric? And in such an intimate setting as a washroom, no less? She must truly be a glutton for punishment.

"Fine," she managed, struggling to steady her breath, "I’ll do my best to maintain professionalism in... touching—" Her words trailed off as Aldric casually stripped down to his underwear, leaving little to the imagination.

"Father of all Faes," Islinda murmured, swallowing hard as she drank in the sight before her, her chest rising and falling with each deep breath. If the gods had any mercy, they’d intervene because Aldric was surely going to be the death of her.

Her eyes traced the intricate runes adorning his chest and back, the lines seeming to writhe with a life of their own, stopping just shy of his neck. She couldn’t help but wonder about their significance and if Aldric could decipher their secrets. Her throat constricted as she followed the contours of his toned abdomen, her gaze lingering where they disappeared beneath his underwear, her mouth suddenly dry.

When her gaze connected with Aldric’s, the intensity of his knowing stare sent a shiver down her spine. She felt exposed, as if he could see straight through to her innermost thoughts, and her cheeks flushed crimson with embarrassment. Before she could muster a coherent response, he tilted his head and spoke, his voice dripping with teasing amusement, "Enjoying the view?"

Aldric didn’t stop there.

With a mischievous smirk, he continued, "Seems I don’t need to obscure the view anymore."

With a casual yet deliberate movement, he peeled off his underwear, revealing his sculpted buttocks in all its glory. Islinda’s breath hitched in her throat as her eyes widened, unable to tear herself away from the shocking sight before her.

But the shock was nothing compared to when her gaze trailed lower, beholding his impressive, throbbing member. Islinda’s mind raced, a whirlwind of conflicting emotions swirling within her. She was both terrified and exhilarated, her pulse pounding in her ears as she grappled with the sudden turn of events. What in the world was going in?

Aldric’s piercing gaze bore into her, his lips quirking at her stunned expression. Without a word, he gracefully lowered himself into the bath, a contented moan escaping his lips as the warmth enveloped him. Leaning back, he rested his head against the edge of the tub, the picture of relaxed indulgence, every inch the prince he believed himself to be.

Turning his attention to the still-frozen Islinda, a dark amusement danced in his eyes. "What’s the holdup, little human? Ready to fulfill your end of the bargain, or have you suddenly found yourself overcome with fear?"

Islinda’s temper flared at his taunt. Some things never changed! Her fists clenched at her sides, determination sparking within her. Who said anything about being scared? No, she refused to cower before the big, bad wolf that was Aldric. She was determined to play—and win—this game.

Instantly, Islinda reached behind her for the zipper of her dress, and the amusement on Aldric’s face vanished, replaced by a sudden seriousness. "What are you doing, Islinda?" His tone was questioning, attempting to decipher her intentions.

Ignoring his inquiry, Islinda proceeded to undress, each movement deliberate and slow, acutely aware of Aldric’s eyes on her. The dress slipped off her shoulders, cascading to the floor in a soft pool at her feet as she stepped out of it.

"Oh..." Aldric’s voice trailed off, his expression full of surpise. He had not anticipated this bold move from Islinda. With Islinda standing before him in nothing but her undergarments, he found himself completely taken aback.

Despite being stark naked himself, Aldric found himself mesmerized by her, his arousal evident in the hardening of his member. By the gods, it seemed he was in for even more torment. Perhaps he truly was a glutton for punishment.

With renewed determination, Islinda carefully maneuvered herself into the tub, mindful of Aldric’s presence to avoid accidentally stepping on him. To her relief, the tub proved to be even more spacious than she had anticipated. She settled herself in, positioning herself to straddle Aldric, facing him directly.

Aldric let out a hiss as Islinda settled on top of him. His erection throbbed painfully, demanding release even before they had begun. Islinda herself couldn’t ignore the heat radiating from him, her panties the only barrier between them. Despite the fabric, the intense desire still seared through her, tempting her to abandon all restraint. She was tempted to simply reach down, pull her panties aside, and let him enter her in one smooth motion. Already, she could feel herself slick with desire.

With steely resolve, Islinda suppressed her overwhelming desire. She reminded herself of her purpose: to bathe Aldric and perhaps indulge in a bit of teasing and playful torment.

Pushing aside her lustful urges, Islinda poured soap into her hands, the cool liquid a stark contrast to the heat between them. She then began to massage the soap into Aldric’s scalp and hair, focusing on her task at hand while ignoring the tempting distraction of his arousal beneath her.

Despite her best efforts, Islinda found it increasingly difficult to ignore the overwhelming temptation beneath her. With each passing moment, Aldric seemed to grow impossibly larger, his arousal pressing insistently against her. Not to mention his intense gaze bore into her, stirring up a flurry of sensations that made Islinda acutely aware of every inch of her own body.

It wasn’t until she ran her nails along his scalp, eliciting a deep, guttural moan from Aldric, that she felt the full force of her own desire. The sound traveled down to his throbbing member, sending a jolt of need straight to her core. Islinda clenched her fists, her nails digging into his scalp as she struggled to maintain control. It was as though the intensity of their connection threatened to consume them both in flames.

Aldric leaned his head back, his blue eyes slipping shut. He said, "You will be the death of me."

"Well, that is what you wanted. Congratulations, you picked your poison."