Aldric’s appetite was ravenous and insatiable, and Islinda wasn’t about to complain. Her body felt both weightless and grounded, a paradox of sensation that left her deliciously breathless. She hadn’t been able to sleep much, not with Aldric keeping her occupied all through the night, his body seeking hers again and again.
She thanked the stars for the upgrade that ca with her newly awakened Fae nature. It allowed her to match his unending stamina. They could go at it all day long, and she wouldn’t feel drained—well, at least not in the way that mattered.
A soft sigh escaped her lips as Aldric’s lips trailed hot, insistent kisses down her neck. She muttered sothing incomprehensible, her eyelids still heavy with sleep. Human or Dark Fae, she still cherished her sleep, but Aldric had other colorful plans. She felt his breath ghost over her skin, his hands roaming over her body with the assurance of soone who knew exactly how to unravel her.
A gasp left her mouth when his lips latched onto her breast, sending jolts of pleasure through her body. Her breath began to quicken, and her back arched as he sucked harder, his tongue swirling and teasing her sensitive nipple.
"Fuck," she cursed when he nipped at her, the pain mingling with the pleasure, intensifying it. His other hand grabbed her other breast, fondling and squeezing tight while he continued to lavish attention on the first one. She could feel herself growing wetter by the second, her body already aching for more.
Satisfied with his worship of her breasts, Aldric trailed a line of kisses down her stomach, his lips leaving a fiery path in their wake. She could feel his breath against her skin, and it sent shivers up her spine. He watched with fascination as her stomach muscles flexed and dipped in response to his actions.
Islinda opened her eyes, eting his gaze. There was a dark gleam in Aldric’s eyes—a promise of wicked things to co. His smile was cruel, fiendish and downright evil. And yet, instead of fear, it sent a surge of arousal through her, tightening her body with anticipation.
Her body throbbed with desire as Aldric caught her hips and hoisted them up to his mouth. Islinda instinctively hooked her legs over his shoulders, her back arching as his lips and tongue found her hot, slick core.
Her body jerked as an inarticulate noise fell from her lips, lost in the sensations coursing through her. One of her hands tangled in his hair, clutching him closer as her other hand flailed above her head, desperately searching for sothing to hold on to.
The pleasure was overwhelming, consuming her every thought until nothing existed but the heat of his mouth and the skilled movent of his tongue.
She gasped as she felt one of his fingers slide inside her, followed quickly by a second. Her slick, tight walls clenched around him, her body responding eagerly to his touch. Aldric’s fingers thrust into her with a deliberate rhythm, each stroke hitting that perfect spot that made her cry out in pure ecstasy.
"By the gods, that’s it, right there," Islinda whimpered, deep, guttural groans bursting from her lips as Aldric touched her just the way she needed. Her body tensed as the pleasure built to a fever pitch. "I’m... I’m going to co," she gasped.
Aldric didn’t respond, but the satisfaction in his eyes was clear as he felt her juices begin to coat his fingers. He quickened his pace, his fingers driving into her hard and fast while his tongue continued to tornt her sensitive clit. Islinda’s moans filled the room, echoing off the walls as she teetered on the brink of a mind-shattering orgasm.
"Oh, fuck... that’s it... oh, god, don’t stop...nh!" Her words beca a jumbled ss as the pleasure overwheld her. The tone of her voice, breathless and needy, drove Aldric wild, urging him to push her even further. Islinda’s back arched off the bed as her climax ripped through her, a deep, guttural groan tearing from her throat.
"Fuck..."
Her entire body shook as the waves of pleasure crashed over her, her head thrown back, one hand buried in her hair while the other squeezed her breast. Aldric didn’t let up, his fingers still thrusting into her as she squirted, her release soaking his hand.
He watched her with a triumphant smirk, their eyes locking as she struggled to catch her breath. She whimpered, struggling to get free, her body riding through the aftershocks of her orgasm. Her entire body trembled, but he didn’t stop—not until her juices stopped flowing.
Then he was there again, growling low in his throat and licking her hungrily in a rhythm that had her panting again. Islinda matched each stroke with the rock of her hips, shalessly and desperately.
"Please, Aldric," she begged, her voice barely more than a breathless whisper. She was racing toward another climax, her body coiled tight like a spring ready to snap.
Aldric was rciless, his tongue working her over with a skill that left her mind reeling. He twirled his tongue in a way that made her head fall back, a scream of pure pleasure tearing from her lips.
"Yes, co for , Tatiana," Aldric growled against her, his voice rough with need. "I need more of your juices on my tongue."
The na jolted through Islinda’s lust-laden brain like a shock. Tatiana? For a split second, confusion cut through the haze of pleasure, but before she could ask him about it, her orgasm crashed over her, leaving her body violently shaking.
She let out a pleasure-filled scream, drowning in an ocean of ecstasy. Aldric continued to devour her even through the whole thing, drawing out her pleasure until there was nothing left.
Islinda lay on the bed, limp and utterly spent. She stared up at the ceiling, her breaths coming in ragged pants.
This... this... was madness!
She was vaguely aware of Aldric hovering above her, his mouth and chin covered in the glistening evidence of her arousal. He ran his thumb over his bottom lip, collecting the last remnants of her arousal before sucking it clean. He looked so beautiful to her in that mont, like a dark, fallen angel who had only ever been hers.
How could the gods have created such a perfect being? Beautiful and dangerous. And all hers.
Islinda lay beside Aldric, her body still humming from the afterglow of their lovemaking. The room was quiet, save for the soft sound of their breathing.
She stared at the ceiling, replaying the events from earlier in her mind. There was sothing she couldn’t shake, sothing that gnawed at her — the na that had slipped from Aldric’s lips in the heat of the mont. A na that wasn’t hers.
"Why did you call Tatiana?" Islinda asked suddenly, breaking the silence. Her voice was calm, but there was an undercurrent of confusion and concern. She turned her head to look at him, searching his face for answers.
Aldric blinked, his expression montarily blank before his brows furrowed slightly. "Tatiana?" he repeated, genuinely perplexed. "I didn’t call you that."
Islinda’s eyes narrowed a fraction. "Yes, you did. When you were... you know, down there." She could feel her cheeks heat up, but she pressed on. "You said, ’Yes, co for , Tatiana.’"
Aldric’s expression softened, his confusion lting into sothing more soothing. "Islinda," he said gently, "I swear, I never said that. Why would I call you by another na?" His eyes held hers steadily, and Islinda knew he was telling the truth.
Fae didn’t lie; it simply wasn’t in their nature. He wouldn’t be able to. Also, why would Aldric call the na of his ex lover in the middle of such an intimate mont. It didn’t make sense.
But then, why did she rember hearing it so clearly? Was it all in her head? She bit her lip, her mind spinning.
"Maybe... maybe I misheard," she mumbled, though a small voice in her head insisted that she hadn’t. She knew what she’d heard.
Sensing the doubt lingering in her mind, Aldric reached out, cupping her cheek with his hand. His thumb brushed against her skin, and he leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to her lips. The warmth of his mouth and the tenderness of his touch made her thoughts blur.
"You’re overthinking," he murmured against her lips, his voice low and soothing.
Islinda wanted to believe him. She truly wanted to.
As he continued to pepper small, teasing kisses along her jawline and down her neck, she felt her body start to respond, her muscles relaxing under his touch. The tension that had gripped her monts before began to dissolve, replaced by a familiar, simring desire.
Aldric was right. Maybe she was over thinking and making a big deal out of nothing, she thought as she let herself lt into the kiss.
His hands began to roam her body, his lips finding hers once more in a deeper, hungrier kiss. The doubts that had clouded her mind began to fade away, swept aside by the rising heat between them. His kisses grew more insistent, and Islinda found herself lost in the feeling.
Before she knew it, Aldric had slipped inside her, filling her with a slow, deep thrust that drew a gasp from her lips. Her legs wrapped around him instinctively, pulling him closer as he moved within her, each stroke intense and mind blowing. The pleasure built quickly, and soon they were both lost in it, their bodies shuddering in perfect harmony as they reached their peak together.
No matter how many tis they made love, Islinda still felt that inner peace. Like she had finally found her ho. Her peace. Her mate.
Now, she could only hope nothing got between them.
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