"Of course, I do princess," His other hand went around her back and pressed her flush against him. Islinda swallowed because her mouth was dangerously close to touching his and she shifted her attention from his sinful lips only to realize he had been watching her with satisfaction.
"I have the rare ability to seduce you, Princess." He looked as smug as ever.
Islinda ignored the thrill that washed over her, rolling her eyes instead, "Are you kidding right now,"
She face-pald ntally. To think she had been excited for nothing. Islinda shook her head and tried to get off him but Eli quickly shouted, "Elental manipulation!"
"What?" Islinda turned around to face him, confusion written all over her face.
"Only I so far have control over the darkness of the night Court Fae. I can summon or manipulate the shadow elent to my advantage." Eli opened up at last.
"Oh," Islinda choked out with a blank look, having no idea what he just said.
But then her attention returned to the swirling shadows entangled in his fingers. Oh, so this was it! However, her eyes grew to the size of the moon when she saw the darkness aggregate and ford a long needle with a point so sharp it glead in the light.
Islinda’s hand loosened around his neck as she was dizzied at the sight of the sharp object; she was scared of needles. She swallowed, looking at Eli with hesitation, unsure of his intentions anymore.
"Are you scared, princess?" Eli asked with a low, husky voice, his eyes collided with hers and held.
Islinda searched his eyes with a deep frown, "Is that seriously a question you should be asking right now? When you’re pointing a sharp-tipped object made of your shadows at my neck? Let’s reverse the situation and then you can give the answer instead," She sassed.
Eli burst into laughter, "I love your energy," but his expression turned serious the next minute, "Do you trust ?"
Islinda eyed the needle as it drew closer to her neck, saying cautiously, "I trust you, Eli, just not when you’re behaving like Aldric. Tell this is a joke and you’re rely pulling my leg."
But no answer ca from Eli and her anxiety grew. She tried to pull away from him but he grasped her firmly and wouldn’t let go. If this was a test, then it was getting out of hand.
"Eli.....!" She shouted and closed her eyes, her heart racing as she felt the tip of the needle stab into her skin. Aside from a slight pinch, Islinda felt no pain, however, she squeezed her eyes shut until a certain amount of ti had passed.
When she did open her eyes, it was to see Eli laughing at her and the wickedly looking needle in his hand exploded into shadows.
"Your expression is hilarious, princess. Haven’t I told you over and over again, I would never hurt you." He said with full assurance.
Even if you find out that I’m about to drug you, Islinda thought in her mind. However, it didn’t change the fact he just pulled a cruel prank and the reminder sparked a fire of anger in her.
"You bastard!" Islinda shoved at his chest and tried to hit him but Eli grabbed her hands, pulling her roughly against him, and kissed her in a demanding way that roused more anger than anything else.
Although his kiss was fierce and devouring, Eli was careful not to hurt her and when they drew back to take on air, she glared at him, "I hate you!"
And that was the only word Islinda could let out before he swooped down and took her lips in a harsh kiss. She didn’t stop fighting, determined not to let him get away with this. His hand landed on the back of her head, threading through her hair only to yank hard all of a sudden, and a whimper caught in her throat.
His lips crushed hers, his tongue invading her mouth and shutting up her garbled protests she had saved up for him. Islinda knew Eli was not just trying to dominate her, this was a display of power. He was proving his control over her and it was not gentle at all.
The kiss was bruising to the point Eli was practically raping her mouth. She dug her hand into his shoulder hard enough that she drew blood but that didn’t deter him nor stop the beast from assaulting her mouth until the fight left her body and she took whatever he gave her.
She returned the kiss with the sa fervor, sinking her teeth into his bottom lips and drawing blood. Islinda could never understand Aldric’s obsession with her blood, but when his blood spilled into her mouth, it didn’t make her gag as she had expected, instead, it started a blaze of fire in her belly and traveled straight to her core. Islinda moaned, grinding into him.
A rumble ca from Eli’s chest, the temperature in the room plumting which was a huge contrast to their burning bodies. Their kisses were frantic, their hands exploring each other’s bodies, and Eli retreated enough to unleash a flurry of kisses along the column of her neck.
"Damn it!" Eli cursed when he attempted to tear away at her clothes only to discover she had pants on, unlike the dress he could have easy access to.
"Let stop you right there," Islinda pushed him back and he willingly surrendered to her with that smug grin on his face. His lips were swollen, his hair tousled with his tunic rumpled and Islinda had no doubt she looked way worse.
"What is it now, princess?" His hand went to her waist, groping her bottom and Islinda swatted his hand away.
Islinda was panting and tried to control her breathing. She pointed at him, her hair still reeling from the intense kiss, "You are a rascal and I’m going to show you how exactly your kind are punished. I’m the one in control this ti, Eli." Islinda said authoritatively.
Eli chuckled darkly, "Have your way, Princess."
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