Aldric gently withdrew from Islinda, a gentle sigh escaping from both of their lips from the delightful loss. He shifted his weight, choosing to lie on his side as they both breathed heavily, their bodies still recovering from the intensity of their encounter.
Islinda, still imrsed in the afterglow, looked at him with a sense of disbelief and wonder. The experience had been unlike anything she had ever felt before; it was amazing.
As she lay there, her hand moved to her chest, where she felt a curious sensation—a deep, almost palpable connection to Aldric. It was as if a part of him had beco intricately entwined with her own being.
The feeling was strange yet undeniable, a magnetic pull that she couldn’t quite explain but was profoundly aware of. This emotional and physical tug made her feel as if Aldric had taken a place in her heart, not just figuratively but almost literally.
The intimacy they shared seed to have created a bond that transcended re physical connection, leaving her with a lingering sense of closeness and attachnt. It exhilarated and scared Islinda at the sa ti. Was this normal? Or was this a perk of having sex as a half-breed. It wouldn’t surprise her if that was the case since everything was heightened ever since coming into her true form.
"What are you thinking?" Aldric murmured, his breath warm against her skin as he leaned in.
He trailed kisses along her belly, each touch eliciting gasps from her. The sensation was electric, sending shivers through her as her body responded to his caresses. Though she was sore from their vigorous sex, the anticipation and desire made her core throb with eagerness once again.
"Aldric," she gasped his na, feeling a deep yearning despite her weariness. She would let him take her a thousand tis if he wished, unable to resist the overwhelming pleasure he gave her.
"What are you saying?" Aldric’s words were muffled, his focus solely on her body as he sucked and nipped at her skin, his kisses light and teasing.
Islinda could barely form coherent thoughts, her mind spinning from the sensations. As he moved up to her neck, she lted into a pliant submission, tilting her head to give him better access.
She felt an intense, almost primal urge to surrender to him completely, a deep-seated need to be marked and claid. The word "mark" surfaced in her mind, even though she had no actual idea what they ant. All that made sense to her was that she wanted to be bound to him in every possible way.
Islinda’s voice trembled with desperate need as she cried out, "Bite , please, I want your teeth on my skin."
She writhed beneath Aldric, her body caught in the throes of an intense, primal urge. The sensation was almost unbearable, as if sothing primal within her demanded to be fulfilled. A throbbing sensation pulsed in the back of her own teeth, as if her fangs were trying to erge in response to the overwhelming desire.
Aldric was taken aback, his eyes widening in shock. He had deliberately kept Islinda unaware of her identity as his mate, knowing its implications. The concept of marking each other and the lifelong bond that would follow had been terrifying to him.
But not anymore. After the dreadful experience of Azula taking over her body, Aldric realized just how important Islinda was to him. He didn’t care anymore and wanted her as his mate. He would only have to protect her from the royal family and anyone else who would try to harm her.
But as much as Aldric wanted her to claim her. He also intended to avoid overwhelming her with the gravity of their connection. Yet, here she was, instinctively reaching for sothing she could not fully comprehend.
It was as though the mate bond itself was at work, driving and compelling her to seek the completion that only he could provide. An instinctual push from the bond that sought to solidify their union. To seal their connection in a way that would forever bind their fates.
He leaned away, and Islinda moaned in protest. The distress in her eyes was palpable. Aldric quickly said, "No, no, Islinda, I just need to tell you sothing."
"Just bite , please," she begged him, her voice laden with desperation.
"I’m sorry, Islinda, but you need to be in the right mind to make the right decision," he tried to reason with her, but it was clear that she had gone past the point of rational thought.
With a fierce determination, Islinda dragged Aldric down by the shoulder. Her eyes glowed with an intensity he had never seen before as she demanded in a low, throaty growl, "I SAID BITE !"
The primal command in her voice sent a shiver down Aldric’s spine. He realized that there was no stopping this; the mate bond was asserting itself with an undeniable force. Hesitation warred with instinct, but the raw need in Islinda’s eyes pushed him over the edge. He leaned in closer, his breath hot against her skin, and prepared to give in to the overwhelming pull of their bond.
However, sothing shifted. The air grew electric, a sudden change in Aldric’s deanor. In an instant, he was pushed to the corner of his own mind as Eli made his presence known.
"Hello, princess, miss ?" Eli’s voice was smooth and teasing.
"Eli!" Islinda’s eyes lit up with delight. Unlike Aldric, Eli always gave in to her needs. She relaxed, baring her neck to him, knowing she was in safe hands.
And indeed she was.
Eli had intentionally tid his appearance. It was revenge against Aldric for locking him away. Now, if anyone was going to have the honor of marking their mate, it would be him.
Eli leaned down, his breath warm against her skin. He savored the mont, feeling the satisfaction of taking what Aldric had hesitated to claim.
Islinda’s breath hitched in anticipation, her entire body trembling with need. Eli grinned against her neck, his fangs erging, ready to claim her. But just as he was about to sink his teeth into her soft skin, a voice called from behind.
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