ISLA’S POV:
He stands by the foot of the bed, eyes trailing down my backside, over my legs and back up to my shoulders. He rubs a hand over his jaw, shaking his head slightly as if to clear his mind.
He looks so entranced, so in awe.
Because of me.
I face him fully, letting my hands drop to my sides. A new-found confidence surging within me. He doesn’t waste the opportunity, his eyes bouncing left and right between each breast as he pulls his bottom lip into his mouth.
Gingerly, I walk to him, stopping when the tips of my bare feet touch the tips of his dress shoes. He holds my gaze, sliding off his jacket and tossing it on an armchair.
He cups my chin, leaning down and pulling my mouth towards his. The kiss is soft, unlike the one we shared on the balcony. He licks at my seam with his tongue, asking for entrance.
I part my mouth, and he slides his tongue against mine. Warmth bubbles in my chest, the taste of him making me feel like I’ve had another six glasses all over again.
His chest rumbles, as he deepens the kiss.
Warmth pools between my legs at the sound, soaking the cotton of my underwear. His large hands grip my waist, almost covering it entirely as he lifts me up.
My legs wrap around him on instinct. He moves to the side of the bed, pressing a knee on the mattress as he lays me on my back, with him on top of me.
Never once breaking the kiss.
My hands grip the strands of his hair, pulling against his scalp when I feel his erection press against my center. The locks tumble free from the band, cascading over my face like a curtain. He pulls away from my mouth, leaning down to nip along my jaw line. He drags the skin of my neck into his mouth, sucking harshly.
I moan out, my hips lifting off the mattress, searching desperately for more friction.
He kisses along my chest, as he moves lower. The long strands of his hair tickling my sensitive skin, heightening the sensations I’m already feeling.
His head lifts, eyes meeting mine as he captures my nipple gently between his teeth. He holds my gaze as he sucks it deep into his warm mouth.
“Oh,” I cry, snapping my eyes shut. It feels amazing. Oh, God.
He lets go with a wet plop, nipping in between my cleavage before moving to the next breast, simultaneously rocking his pelvis into mine.
I lift my hand to cover my mouth, my face contouring with pleasure. His hard length grinds against my sensitive nub through the cotton fabric. The sudden heat between my thighs something I’d only heard of, but never imagined I’d experience for myself. He was turning me inside out, treating my body like a fountain caught by a thirsty man. His hand grasps my other breast, thumb rocking back and forth over my nipple before he pinches it harshly.
The shock of pain, combined with the wet pleasure makes me cry out, “Please.”
I’m mindless, unsure of what I’m asking for. But he seems to know anyhow. He pulls away from me, sitting on his haunches between my spread thighs.
His thumb catches my bottom lip, pulling it away from my teeth as he releases it. He traces the wetness down the center of my body, over my bellybutton and over my panties, before pressing hard on the sensitive spot between my legs.
A current shoots through me, making my hips jerk closer. Hooking his thumb on either side of my panties, he pulls the material down my legs in one swift motion.
I was now fully naked, lying beneath the man I had just met. The Heir to the throne. My mate.
He parts my thighs once more, dark brown eyes tracing my center. From the soft curls covering my mound, to what I knew would be my soaked flesh.
“You're so wet for me,” he rasps. He grips the back of my thighs, pushing away further to lie on his stomach.
Instinctively, I try to close my thighs, “You don’t need to-”
“Shh,” he coos, hardening his grip on my legs, “Relax, let me take care of you.” I don’t have a second to protest, before his head drops down, silky black strands splaying over my thighs.
At the first stroke of his tongue, my hips shoot up. I sink my teeth into my thumb, wondering how I’ll be able to survive this. He flattens his tongue over my clit, groaning as he traces circles over the most sensitive part of me.
My back arches on the bed, and I grab a fist-full of his hair. His mouth moves over me, eliciting sounds I’ve never made before, pleasure like no other heating my blood.
He sinks a thick digit into me, gently curling it upwards. My head thrashes over the pillow as I writhe underneath him, my thighs pressing against the sides of his face.
The orgasm rocks through me, like three shots of vodka injected straight into my veins. When I come down, I register him kissing along my inner thigh, savoring the taste of me.
He pulls away from the bed completely then, standing to shed his clothes.
Once he’s fully naked, a sudden shyness overwhelms me. His erection bobs against the hard ridges of his torso.
There’s no way in hell that thing’s going to fit inside me.
Sensing my distress, he kneels back onto the bed, “Do you trust me?”
Just as easily as the first time, I say, “I do,”
He kisses along my body as he crawls on top of me, “We’ll go slow,” he says.
He nudges my entrance, pressing in gently. It burns as he moves with shallow thrusts and I squeeze my thighs around him to help with the pain. My teeth sink into my lower lip.
He slides a hand between our bodies, rubbing his thumb over my clit.
The burning sensation fades slowly, the pain morphing into a dull ache, as the pleasure takes up the fore front.
I hold onto his shoulders as he moves inside of me carefully, letting me get used to his size. When he picks up the pace, I writhe beneath him. He strikes in to the hilt, eliciting a whimper from me.
His hips grind against me, morphing the pain into something else entirely. I love it, the way my body accepts him, the way he makes me take all of him. Soon I’m a panting mess, climbing my way up a second orgasm.
“I love everything about this,” he rasps softly, “I love everything about you.”
His words hit something deep inside me, and I hold his body tighter as he buries his face in my neck. When he lifts his head to meet my gaze, his irises form dark brown rings over his pupils. He stares into my eyes, gazing at me like he’s intoxicated.
“I love you,” he says, slowing his thrusts. I stare at him with half lidded eyes, he loves me?
“I do,” he whispers, like he can hear my thoughts.
His lips ghost over mine, his heavy breaths tickling over my mouth, my jaw. He nips at my chin, pulling back. His canines lengthen slowly, stretching passed his lower lip as he nips my chin again.
Trailing his mouth down my throat, I feel his teeth against the sensitive skin, seconds before he buries them deep into my neck.
ISLA'S POVDante was back once again.It was like he wasn’t going to take no for an answer.“I’m back, my love,” he slurred, moving close to Axel and me. “Did you miss me?”I inhaled a stench coming out of his mouth. He was drunk.“Guards!” Axel called out. “Take this man out of my palace.”“Axel, he’s in a poor state. I don’t think -"“- He needs to go!” Axel interrupted in a firm voice and then turned to face his guards. “Seize him.”They bowed their head before turning to apprehend Dante forcefully, and then they dragged him out of the palace.“I’m going to be back, and I’m not going to stop until I prove to you that I’m worthy of your forgiveness.”“This is madness!” Axel said once Dante had left our sight, “Pure madness.”“If you say so!” I said calmly.“It seems his little act is beginning to soften you!” He arched a brow.“It’s not. I want him to be as far away from me as possible. But it’s dark, and he’s in a vulnerable state. We can’t just leave him out there like that.”“Whe
ISLA'S POVI was glad that Dante obeyed my words and left, and my only concern was if he would truly stick to his words.“I will see that he lets you be.”Axel's voice drew me out of my thoughts, and I faced him with a smile.“Thanks.”I closed the door behind me, and I was finally able to take the nap I desperately needed.The next time I woke up, the sun had gone down, and I was confused about how long I had fallen asleep.I was still trying to figure it out when I heard a knock on the door, so I drew my dress tightly around my body and proceeded to the door. When I opened it, my anger resurfaced.“Dante! I made it very clear that you should leave.”“I know you did, but then I realized that you haven’t rested after everything that happened. That’s why you acted that way,” he said, looking me straight in the eyes. “We are adults, Isla, and matters like this can be handled with any fuss, and I got you this.”I didn’t realize that his hand had tucked behind his back until I saw him str
ISLA'S POVThe scene in front of me was devastating.I might have hated Stephanie for betraying me and pretending to be who she wasn’t, but I couldn't shake off the thought that she was once a friend as I turned to look at her.She had changed and didn’t look like the person I had known. Her features were different.“Throw her into the woods,” Axel instructed his guards, “And make sure you don’t leave until she’s eaten by some animal.”The guards nodded, carrying Stephanie away, and then Axel turned to face me. He moved closer, wrapping me into an embrace.“I’m so glad that you’re safe,” He murmured before placing a kiss on my head.It was the sweetest thing I had seen Axel do. Maybe the fact that he had almost lost me made him realize a lot of things.“How did you even find me?”“I used the mate haunt. I discovered you were missing after I sent Ray to inform you about the kids.”“The kids? What happened to the kids?”“Stephanie had tried to drown them,” he deadpanned.My face fell. “W
AXEL'S POVI didn’t want Isla to find out that I was going in search of the children. I told her I had important things to do, and she seemed to have bought it because she didn’t question me.I was glad I didn’t tell her they were missing, as I could only imagine how she would have felt seeing her daughter in that state.As I pulled myself out of my thoughts, my eyes landed on my daughter’s body, which appeared so lifeless, and my heart ached so badly.I wrapped her in my hands, heading to the nearest hospital with my men and Tristian by my side.“Drive faster!” I shouted at the driver, and my hands, which were wrapped around my daughter, were quivering.He didn’t respond, but he increased the car's speed, and I kept staring at my daughter, pushing her hair backward.“You’re going to be fine!” I said as I continued to caress her hair. “Hang in there for me.”“Is she going to be okay, Daddy?” Tristan’s voice met my ears. He sounded afraid.“She’s going to be alright. You don’t have to
TRISTIAN'S POVTristian watched as Stephanie grabbed his sister’s hair. He was frightened, but he knew his sister would get hurt if he didn’t intervene.“Let my sister go!” Tristan stood up from where he was and moved in Stephanie’s direction.As he got closer, his eyes reflected sternness, but the next thing that happened took him by surprise. He didn’t expect it and knew he couldn’t stop it.Stephanie grabbed him by the hair, and her fingers, or rather claws in Tristian’s description, dug into his skull. He felt pain radiate through his body at that point and yelled above his lungs.He wasn’t the only one yelling. His sister was also shouting and fussing, trying her best to free herself from Stephanie’s clutches.Tristian didn’t have it in him to kick, so he just kept yelling, increasing his tone every second, and he hoped someone would come to save them - probably his dad, mom, or some guard.In his six-year-old mind, he was hoping for a miracle. Actually, he was wishing for someth
STEPHANIE’S POVMy plans were working.The euphoric feeling pumping through my blood couldn’t go unnoticed, as every step I took away from Isla was rhythmic. The sad look on Isla’s face caught my eyes, and I felt very satisfied. I couldn’t wait for the final plan. The pain Isla was feeling couldn’t be compared to the pain she would feel once she discovered that her kids had been drowned.As for Axel, little did he know that his life had crumbled. The kids are gone, and Isla is about to have the shock of her life and die from a heart attack when she finds out about the death of her kids. Gosh! How much I loved how everything was playing out. I was having a good day, and it was only going to get better. I was going to see Axel, and I planned to visit him looking like Isla.Before heading out, I went to see Isla again. Her head was hung low when I entered, but she seemed to have heard my footsteps because she looked up, gnawing at me. “Hey! Hey!” I said, moving closer to her. “You do