Chapter 77: Forbidden heat
Sparks travelled around her lips as soon as it was covered by Cedric’s lips. She froze stunned by the course of events. Abrielle never expected he would suddenly kiss her in the middle of a conversation when, for the first time, she was talking freely with him without the fear of his snapping out.
The sparks jolted in her, it was the first time she felt something so strange and yet so addictive. It made his lips seem addictive, and she knew she had to stop this, but who was she kidding?
The moment she pulled away from him, there was this low groan from underneath his breath indicating he was not pleased by her actions. Cedric grabbed her hands and then pushed her against a wall, capturing her lips that loved defying him.
Her hands were pinned against the wall as his larger frame trapped her there. She was completely at his mercy, but she didn’t know what she did wrong.
Abrielle was saying what every noble wanted, especially someone like Alfonso, who would be more than happy if she told him. Go out and play as much as you want.
His lips were like fire and jolts of electricity. He didn’t deepen the kiss but just continued kissing and nibbling her lips. The sensation was so much for her, she forced her mind not to melt but there was only little she could do against him when it seemed he had control of her body against her will.
"Cedric," she moaned into his lips completely melting under him. His eyes jolted out as a more maddening hunger took over. He wanted more but knew where things stood between them. She didn’t want anything between them, all he could do was taste and not eat the whole thing.
Cedric pulled away, releasing his hold on her hands, and she slipped off, falling against the wall. Her legs had already gone weak from a mere kiss.
Her watery blue eyes stared back at him in confusion. She didn’t understand what had just transpired between them. He ran his hand through his long hair, which was now dishevelled with what had just happened here.
"Are you injured?" He asked, giving her his hand, she was so tempted to slap it away in anger. Abrielle didn’t know who she should be mad at. She was mad at him for kissing her on short notice but completely furious at herself for almost wanting more when she should avoid him.
It made her angry and scared of him, he created this forbidden heat between them that all she could do was press her legs together to control the arousal that ached her there.
"I am fine, just need a while to get my thoughts together." She said reluctantly, accepting his hand despite her resistance, scared of him flipping the coin at her. She got back on her feet avoiding to gaze back at his face.