Mated To The Cruel Prince-Chapter 816: Would Not Last Forever

There was no hesitation from Aldric as his hands roamed over Islinda’s body, his kisses deep and hungry. She was just as eager, her body responding to the primal call of the bond that urged them to mate right there and then.

A deep growl of frustration rumbled from Aldric’s throat when her skirt tangled around her legs, blocking his access. His claws flickered out, and with one swift motion, he tore her skirt apart. Islinda gasped in shock.

"Aldric!" she scolded. "I don’t have any other clothes!" And she didn’t know if the palace would be kind enough to provide her with one since they were locked up. The palace certainly hadn’t anticipated they’d jump straight into this. Or perhaps she was the clueless one here.

There was no foreplay, no gentle touches. Aldric thrust into her without warning, burying himself to the hilt. Islinda’s breath hitched in her throat, her body arching as he stretched her to her limits. Her toes curled in delight.

"Fuck, little human, you feel so good," Aldric groaned, his voice thick with desire as her body clenched around him.

Islinda was beyond words, her eyes dilated with a dark intensity of need. As Aldric began to move, she tilted her head back, surrendering to the sensations.

"Oh, Fae," she moaned, her voice echoing through the room as Aldric thrust into her relentlessly.

"You feel that, don’t you, little human?" Aldric murmured, each deep thrust punctuated by a guttural groan that sounded like the sweetest music to her ears. "You feel me deep inside you, just like you’ve embedded yourself inside of me. You’re a part of me, little human."

Islinda couldn’t decide what overwhelmed her more: his words or the way he moved inside her. Perhaps it was both.

He continued, his voice a seductive rasp as he made love to her. "I thought I was alone in this world. I thought everything I fought for was for nothing. But then you came along—my one and only mate. My beautiful mate. Now, let me show you how much you mean to me."

Suddenly, he pulled her waist off the bed, wrapping her legs around him and thrusting even deeper. He hit a spot inside her that made her cry out, her fingers clawing at her scalp as pleasure coursed through her.

"Oh my God! Oh my God! Aldric!" she cried, overwhelmed by the waves of ecstasy crashing over her.

"You look so beautiful, Islinda," Aldric rasped, his voice rough with lust as he increased his pace, his thrusts growing more powerful, more urgent.

At that moment, nothing else existed. Just them. Islinda didn’t care how loud she was or that the guards outside might hear every sound of their lovemaking. None of that mattered. It was just her and Aldric.

The bond between them deepened, flaring with intensity, and it wasn’t long before Islinda surrendered to him completely. A sharp cry tore from her throat as an orgasm ripped through her, leaving her utterly spent. Yet Aldric wasn’t done.

He lifted her off the bed, holding her in a standing position. Islinda moaned louder; in this stance, he reached even deeper, hitting spots he hadn’t before. Gods, it was incredible.

Aldric’s hands gripped her hips, taking control of her movements as he slid her up and down his length, driving into her with powerful thrusts. His muscles rippled with the effort, his grin turning feral as he watched her breasts bounce with every movement.

Unable to resist the urge to taste her, he grabbed her by the hair and crushed his lips to hers, kissing her hard as he fucked her even harder. Aldric was a force of nature, his pace relentless and merciless—but Islinda loved it. She clung to him, screaming his name, her nails raking his back, drawing blood. Aldric didn’t mind; he welcomed the pain, embraced it until it fused with his pleasure.

With a few strides, he carried her to the wall, shoving her against it and lifting her thighs to gain more access. He thrust into her fiercely, her voice calling his name like a sacred chant. He loved it. And so he worshipped her—worshipped her body, fucking her hard and deep, drowning her in the sensation of his cock stretching her.

"Mine," he growled, pounding into her harder and harder, her hips matching his rhythm to chase the same high.

When he felt her muscles begin to tighten around him, he whispered, "Take what’s yours now, little mate. I’m yours for the claiming."

A primal understanding bloomed in Islinda, and she nodded, her own fangs emerging. She sank them into his neck, his warm blood filling her mouth as Aldric’s growl resonated through her chest.

The bond between them erupted in a burst of pleasure so intense that every part of Islinda’s body seemed to explode. She came hard, her vision going dark for a moment as her eyes turned black before flickering back to normal. Her entire body quaked with pleasure, Aldric’s deep groan reaching her ears as he spilled inside her. She pulled away from his neck, her tongue licking the blood from her lips, then collapsed forward, utterly spent.

Aldric carried her back to the bed, laying her down beside him. Their hearts beat in sync as Islinda curled up closer, craving more of his warmth until they fit together perfectly.

"I feel you, Aldric, like inside my chest," she whispered, lazily tracing circles on his chest.

He pulled her even closer, his breath hot against her skin. "I know, little mate. I feel you too. You’re mine now. Always and forever."

Aldric’s eyes darkened as he spotted the mark on Islinda’s neck, the symbol of the bond that tied them together. His hand moved almost instinctively, fingers brushing lightly against the tender skin. The touch was gentle, yet it sent a shiver through Islinda.

"Does it hurt?" Aldric asked softly, his voice tinged with a rare tenderness. His thumb traced the outline, and the warmth of his touch seemed to seep into her very being.

Islinda met his gaze with a pointed look, her eyes steady despite the flutter in her chest. "Does yours hurt?" she asked, her tone direct, challenging him.

Aldric paused, taken aback by her response. His hand unconsciously moved to the corresponding spot on his own neck, where his own mark lay. "No," he replied honestly.

"There," Islinda said, her tone matter-of-fact. "You have your answer."

"I’m just asking because I marked you twice."

"Yes, I know, you’re a fucking animal." She pinched his nipple hard as punishment.

Aldric’s lips curled into a smile at her defiance, but the brief moment of lightness was quickly overshadowed by a deep sadness that clouded his expression. He knew deep down that this peace he felt with her wouldn’t last forever.

This might as well be their last time together.