Chapter 63: Pain before pleasure
The cave was dimly lit by the small fire Cedric had started earlier that provided both light and warmth. While all hell was being loose on the surface the presumably villain and villainess of this world could care less about the fact they were stuck in an endless labyrinth or the trouble their absence would cause the outside world.
The cave right now seemed to be the safest place for them. Abrielle was being consumed by a desire. She didn’t know why it was so strong, but it felt like if her body didn’t get what it wanted, it would be her end.
The need in her flower that clenched and unclenched from the inside. His hard member that was pressing against it from the outside was not helping her in the least way and he wanted her to admit what she wanted verbally.
Her face flared up but Cedric couldn’t care less, his face was crooked in her neck as her lavender scent reminded him of spring in the winter.
This was the month of Nyxoria, meaning the Night’s Gift and equivalent to October, earlier winter. It had been over a month they had been married and it was a miracle he held himself for this long
His teeth grazed against a sensitive spot behind her ears that made her moan shamelessly, not caring about who might hear them, although Cedric was certain there was no one close by.
"Please, it hurts; it’s your fault in the first place. " She could barely speak because her throat was already very hoarse at this point. "It’s my fault. Is it my fault your body is so sensitive to my touch even when you don’t want it to or the fact your insides squeeze around my fingers and don’t want to let it go?" He asked her, inserting two fingers this time, and she felt her warmth squeeze around it.
She was so embarrassed by this, that Abrielle’s body reaction to his touch was the cause of it. Why couldn’t her body be disgusted by it the way her brain wanted it to be? Instead, it shamelessly wanted more from him.
"More," she muttered, closing her eyes to enjoy the feeling of his digits moving languidly in her fold, deliberately driving her to the edge. He refuses to go too deep depriving her of achieving pleasure. She moved her lower body to force the digit to go deeper but Cedric was a piece of work that just refused to cooperate.
"More of what?" He whispered into her ears like a little devil as he trailed down kisses towards her erected excited peak. He bit lightly, causing her to scream, which later turned to a moan when the pain turned to pleasure. "I want you deeper," she muttered with her eyes pressed together as she basked in the short feeling of pleasure.