Islinda clenched her fists, her nails digging into Aldric’s scalp as she struggled to maintain control. It was as though the intensity of their connection threatened to consu them both in flas. Alive.
Aldric leaned his head back, his blue eyes slipping shut. He whispered under his breath, "You will be the death of ."
"Well, that is what you wanted. Congratulations, you picked your poison." She said with gritted teeth, her breath shaky and heavy.
How could she be the death of soone when she was already teetering on the edge of oblivion, consud by desire?
Islinda knew she shouldn’t have joined him in the tub, but her stubbornness had always been her downfall. Even now, she was determined to see this through without surrendering to the overwhelming temptation. Aldric undoubtedly wanted her to fail, but she refused to give him the satisfaction of breaking first.
So despite the fiery urge coursing through her veins, urging her to give in to her desires and grind against him, she resisted. Islinda marveled at her own self-control, impressed by her ability to hold back.
Yet, as they sat in the heated tension of the mont, neither of them making a move, she couldn’t help but wonder who would erge victorious in this silent battle. Aldric hadn’t even made a move to touch her, as if knowing that the mont he did, all restraint would crumble. The both of them teetered on the brink of losing control, their self-discipline hanging by a thread.
As Islinda’s fingers worked their magic, massaging Aldric’s scalp with gentle yet firm strokes, she felt the tension in his body slowly begin to dissolve beneath her touch. The stiffness in his shoulders lted away like ice under the warmth of the sun, leaving him visibly more relaxed.
But despite the easing of tension above, Islinda couldn’t ignore the tautness that remained below. Beneath her, Aldric’s body was as tightly wound as the strings of a drawn bow, poised and ready to strike at any mont. His outward calm was all a facade because beneath the surface, a storm brewed, waiting to unleash its fury.
As Islinda rinsed away the lather from Aldric’s hair, she carefully wiped away the excess water that trickled down his face in the process. With each gentle touch, she felt a small sigh escape him, as though her hands provided a sense of relief he had been yearning for.
Grasping his face tenderly, Islinda couldn’t resist the urge to stroke her thumbs along his cheeks, marveling at the clarity and unblemished beauty of his skin. She couldn’t help but feel a pang of envy at his flawless Fae genetics, wishing she too possessed such perfect features. She was too human and lately, she has been resenting that a lot.
One day, Islinda knew she would age, her skin wrinkling and her vitality fading, while Aldric remained unchanged by the passage of ti. If the dark Fae prince chose to keep her around until then, which seed unlikely, he would likely grow weary of her once her usefulness waned and her beauty faded. It was a harsh reality she couldn’t ignore.
Islinda couldn’t imagine herself, fifty years older, still in such an intimate position with Aldric. The thought was unsettling, even repulsive. It felt wrong to envision the ever-youthful Aldric with an older woman, and she doubted anyone, least of all Aldric himself, could stomach such a sight. The cruel reminder of her finite existence in contrast to his eternal youth left her bittered.
"What are you thinking, maité beag," Aldric’s voice roused her to reality.
"You’re calling that new nickna again. What does it an?" Islinda said, reaching for the washcloth and began to wash him. She made a ntal note to inquire about it later.
"Do not divert the question, answer ." He demanded, his piercing gaze boring into hers. Not that he had any intention of telling her what it ant. For now.
Islinda pressed her lips together, wondering if this was the right ti to discuss this. Yet she had no choice to open up. "When will you let go?"
Aldric lifted a brow, taken aback by the question, which ca out of nowhere. However, he was quick to compose himself, answering without hesitation, "Never."
Islinda sighed, his response both relieving and unsettling her. In one word, he confird she could never set foot in the human realm and unearth what remained of her past. Not that there was anything left of her stepfamily after she and Aldric had dealt with them. The mory sent a shiver down Islinda’s spine. Perhaps this darkness had always resided within her, drawing Aldric to her.
Despite the absence of her family, Islinda longed to revisit her past. Yet, she found solace in the assurance that Aldric wouldn’t discard her as she aged, leaving her with nowhere to turn after dedicating her youth to him, her captor. Still, she needed to be certain.
"So you won’t release , even when..." Islinda hesitated, resisting the urge to ntion Valerie’s imminent demise and Aldric’s ascension to the throne of Astaria. Instead, she moistened her lips and continued, "when you beco king of Astaria?"
"Never," Aldric answered without hesitation.
Islinda, unconvinced, pressed for more assurance, her voice laced with apprehension. "Have you ever considered what it will be like when I’m old? When my beauty fades, my strength diminishes, and I’m plagued by ailnts and ntal struggles.... will you let go then?"
"Never," Aldric reiterated.
Islinda frowned, disbelief clouding her eyes. "But you don’t understand, I’ll be—"
"Never," Aldric interrupted, his tone firm. Then, with a teasing smile, he added, "And don’t worry, I won’t let you get old."
Confusion swept over Islinda, sensing there was more to his words than t the eye. She couldn’t shake the feeling that Aldric was withholding sothing important. She knew better than to dismiss his words as re jest in such serious circumstances.
"Aldric?" Islinda called his na cautiously. "What do you an by that?"
Aldric didn’t reply; instead, he let out that sly, mysterious smile that only heightened her suspicion that he was up to no good.
Out of frustration, Islinda slapped him across the chest with the washcloth. "Seriously! Don’t tell you intend to pull the sa soul swap stunt Valerie attempted," she snapped, bristling at the thought.
Aldric laughed. "Seriously, little human, haven’t I told you that pain turns on a lot?"
As if to confirm his words, Islinda felt him stir beneath her, causing her breath to hitch. However, she quickly realized this was just another distraction tactic and refused to be swayed.
"Aldric?!" she glared at him, her tone sharp.
Aldric cupped her face with one hand, tracing her features before dragging his thumb over her bottom lip. An excited shiver ran down her spine, frustrating her further. Damn it.
"Trust , Islinda, unlike Valerie, I don’t intend to change any part of you. Nothing at all. I love the veins that bulge on your head whenever you’re mad, the way your nose crunches with disgust each ti I misbehave, your soft, beautiful brown eyes that light up at my smallest kindness, but most of all, I can’t get enough of your soft, succulent lips." He punctuated his words by tugging on her lips harder.
Islinda gasped, the alluring gesture tempting her to open her mouth and take his finger into her mouth, sucking it. "Get a grip of yourself, Islinda," she cautioned herself.
Aldric continued, "I want both your body and spirit intact. If I’m going to spend the rest of eternity tied to you, I want to be staring at the familiar face of the human I stole from the human realm. So you have nothing to worry about, darling, you are in safe hands."
Aldric’s words almost sounded like a proposal, and it made Islinda’s heart flutter with excitent, albeit briefly. She could never fully trust Aldric’s definition of "safe". Surely, he would keep her physically safe, but she could never be certain of the condition she would find herself in once he achieved his intentions.
"Fine, I understand, but I don’t like to be taken by surprise. So what is it that you intend to do?" Islinda inquired.
"If I tell you, would you tell what you and Andre are up to lately?" Aldric countered.
"W-what?" Islinda choked, caught off guard.
A secret smile played on the edges of his mouth. "You don’t really think that I don’t know sothing is up with you lately, Islinda. Last night was all the confirmation that I needed," he leaned closer to say, "What are you not telling , Islinda."
Islinda felt the blood drain from her face, the washcloth nearly slipping from her hand. Despite her efforts to be careful, it seed nothing slipped past Aldric.
"I think I’m done here," Islinda said, attempting to leave the tub, but Aldric grabbed her around the waist, pulling her to him.
"Let go," Islinda warned, her voice cold. If he thought he could seduce the truth out of her, he was in for a rude awakening.
But Aldric’s grip only tightened around her. Fixing his gaze on her, he said, "You can trust , Islinda. I would never harm you."
Though tempted to confide in him, Islinda hesitated. Aldric was full of secrets, and his intentions weren’t always straightforward. Plus, she hadn’t fully understood what was happening with her either.
"I’m sorry, but I can’t," Islinda shook her head apologetically.
Aldric looked disappointed, but determined. His hand dug into her sides as he said with desperation, "One day, you’ll realize that I’m the only one who has your best interests at heart. You can run and hide, but trust , when that day cos, you’ll be the one who won’t let go."
Shivering at the seriousness of his words and his grave tone, Islinda quickly stepped out of the tub. Water dripped from her wet undergarnts as she bent and grabbed her clothes from the ground, leaving without dressing, her heart pounding anxiously in her chest. Islinda didn’t even look back as she fled from Aldric’s room, unaware of Elena watching her leave.
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