Mated To The Cruel Prince-Chapter 54: What Did They Do With Eli?

Okay, maybe, Islinda was a tiny bit scared of Valerie in this state. She gasped out as he pushed her into a tree, the bark pressing into her back while his mouth eagerly covered hers.

They have been making out for a while now and Islinda was losing wind of time and her mind. Perhaps, it might have to do with the fact that the both of them were alone in the forest and nobody would venture this far. This was their little paradise.

She moaned when his tongue pushed into her mouth again, sweeping against hers and heightening the ache between her legs. Valerie already branded her with his taste; the way his tongue moved with hers was all she was aware of. Her breast was squashed against his chest, the friction of her nipples against his skin filling her with a need that thrilled and frightened her at the same time. Nonetheless, she welcomed it all, matching his passion.

Burning with desire, Islinda did not push Valerie away when his hands went to her skirt. He pushed the skirt up, that is if the material could be called one because she hadn’t taken the time to notice what she was putting on.

With their mouths still fused, his hand ran along her knee to thigh and tugged her underwear to the side, discovering just how wet she was for him. Valerie suddenly pulled away to stare into her eyes and Islinda was stunned to see his amber orbs darkened with lust.

He pressed his forehead to hers before kissing the tip of her nose and whispered into her ears,

"Tell me you’re mine, Islinda."

"What?" Islinda breathed.

Valerie answered her by slipping a finger along her wet folds and she shivered, the breath rushing out of her lungs. Islinda tried to shy away from the overwhelming sensation by pressing her thighs together but he forced her legs open with his knee. He intentionally pressed it against the aching part of her and Islinda whimpered, Valerie would be the death of her.

"Tell me you’re mine." He demanded this time and while a part of her wanted to yield to him, she was stubborn and she did not want to make this easy for him.

"No," She rasped, her voice husky with passion.

"Very well then," There was a dark promise in his tone just as he pushed a thick finger inside of her, relishing the way she cried out in pleasure.

"Valerie!" She fisted his hair, holding him tight as he pushed inside of her, pressing his thumb against the bundle of nerves.

"By the gods... ’’ Islinda threw her head back and moaned as he continuously moved his fingers in her p*ssy hard, unable to believe his ruthless movement. Valerie was always gentle with her. Not that she was complaining too much because this felt so good.

"Say you’re mine," Valerie half growled, relishing the noises of pleasure she made.

"Fine, I’m yours," Islinda growled out, unable to keep up with her defiance anymore.

With a satisfactory grin on his face, Valerie quickened the thrust of his fingers and Islinda was a goner. She was lost to the pleasure as he sent her higher and higher, moaning noises that would make any lady blush with embarrassment until her orgasm shattered, rushing through her body with an intensity that she never thought possible.

Islinda collapsed on his shoulder, shuddering from the aftershocks as he pulled out. Valerie held her to him as she caught her breath, running his hand through her hair. When she leaned back to look at him, he didn’t hesitate to seal his mouth over hers as he kissed her gently this time.

There was a strange bond between them and Islinda felt this completeness inside of her. She indeed made the right choice. Her hands had just moved beneath his tunic, tracing his hard muscles when Valerie jerked away from her. She raised a questioning brow at him.

"How do you feel?" Valerie asked, tugging her hair away from her face and she found out that he was merely concerned about her.

"Never been better," Islinda announced, smiling at him. What just happened between them made her develop huge trust in Valerie and she knew deep down that he would never hurt her.

"That is good to know." He looked relieved.

Then Islinda noticed the cloak she was putting on and gave him a blank look, "Did you change me?"

"I had no choice, your clothes were wet and needed to be taken off. In case it comforts you, I didn’t look -"

"Are you trying to say I have a bad figure? Is that why you didn’t look?" She narrowed her gaze at him.

"Of course not!" Valerie choked out, finding himself in a bit of a sticky situation. He began to explain himself, "No, it’s not that, Islinda. You have a very nice shape -"

"Is that you’re attracted to me? Because I gave a nice figure?" She peppered him with questions.

Kill him now, Valerie was red-faced while trying to elaborate.

"Of course not, Islinda! My attraction to you is not merely physical -"

He could not finish his words because Islinda threw himself at him and he had no choice but to catch her instinctively.

"I was merely teasing you," She grinned at him sheepishly and Valerie let out the breath he had been holding since the interrogation began. It seems that all women were the same, whether Fae or human.

Suddenly, she wrinkled her nose and looked at him, asking, "Why do I feel like I stink?"

"Because you indeed stink," He answered her question, smiling.

Islinda pushed away from him instantly as if she didn’t want to infect him with a disease.

She said, "I must have been out for a day,"

"Actually... " Valerie cleared his throat behind her, "It’s two days,"

"What?!" She turned to him with wide eyes, "H-how..." Islinda was speechless.

If she was out for two days, would Madam Alice and her daughters be looking for her? Do they now regret their actions knowing she’s not with Ryder as they wanted and assumed the worst?

By the gods, what about Eli? Her heart nearly jumped from her chest, who knows what they did with the boy?