Capítulo 816: Would Not Last Forever

There was no hesitation from Aldric as his hands roamed over Islinda's body, his kisses deep and hungry. She was just as eager, her body responding to the primal call of the bond that urged them to mate right there and then.

A deep growl of frustration rumbled from Aldric's throat when her skirt tangled around her legs, blocking his access. His claws flickered out, and with one swift motion, he tore her skirt apart. Islinda gasped in shock.

"Aldric!" she scolded. "I don't have any other clothes!" And she didn't know if the palace would be kind enough to provide her with one since they were locked up. The palace certainly hadn't anticipated they'd jump straight into this. Or perhaps she was the clueless one here.

There was no foreplay, no gentle touches. Aldric thrust into her without warning, burying himself to the hilt. Islinda's breath hitched in her throat, her body arching as he stretched her to her limits. Her toes curled in delight.