Chapter 22: Morning seduction
Abrielle’s cheeks were red and her body was getting heated up. What kind of trick question was that? Was he looking for an excuse to torture her? Why was he seducing her this early in the morning?
His strong masculine sandalwood and lavender mixed scent with a hint of wine was wrecking her nerves. She had to press her eyes together to control the ungodly sensation she was feeling. Cedric’s slender fingers were gradually crawling under her night garment that she instinctively closed her thighs trapping his hands in between his thighs.
"It is hard to know if you are handsome or not when there is a mask on your face at all times. Who knows the hideous scar you are trying to hide?" Her sharp tongue managed to retort while fighting the weird, sweet sensation he was making her feel. She felt that her words struck a string because according to her character design, Cedric is meant to have a hideous scar across his left eye
Cedric sat behind her on the bed, and his hands slipped out from in between her thighs as he pulled her closer to lean again, his hard chest and his face still buried in her neck.
His warm breath was fanning on her making her feel undone so easily without him doing much. She pressed her thighs more tightly together as a haggard breath left her lips.
"So you wish to see my face. As much as I want to indulge, you are aware that once you see my face, you will be so entranced that all you can think about is to go on your knees, waiting to take my member in your mouth." He said with a very subtle tone that was seductive nonetheless.
There was a sly thought in Abrielle’s head that wanted to say, ’ I don’t need to see your face to get on my knees.’ but she was not crazy to listen to that weird voice. Her breath hitched as her skin was sensitive to his touch. She felt his fingers slowly lift her night garment and trace her curves slowly up to her bosom, which was starting to ache.
The peak of her bosoms was so erect that it could be seen from her light garment. This bastard was the king of seduction himself, he was turning her damn on without doing much.
"Please it’s too early in the morning for this." She could barely say because she knew she had to stop him now before she ended up doing something she was going to regret.
"Too early for what?" Cedric acted oblivious like he didn’t know what he was doing. She was puzzled by his actions, and he was messing with her brain so early in the morning she could barely think straight.
He should be mad at her for trying to fool him with her little plot of switching places with Sarah. Those were all the crimes she thought Cedric was aware of. Unknown to her, he knew what was worse.
He was a difficult person to understand; his mood was unreadable and he could flip the switch at any time.