Chapter 119: Steamy room
The room was filled with steam that reached the roof, making it hard to see, and filled with the scent of lavender-scented oil and roses. It was steamy and hot, his lips ignited something in Abrielle. Something forbidden, she had thought she wanted to voice out but he had successfully clouded her thoughts.
His towering body pressed against her, and God he smelled divine. She could not lay her hands on what it was but despite her mind telling her, she should stop him. The pheromones he was giving out made it so damn hard.
Her hands subconsciously wrapped around his neck, her slender fingers entangling with his damp hair that glistened under the faint candlelights in the room. Water rolled down to his chest region, alighting his toned, seductive body.
’ Abrielle, focus, get your thoughts together.’ her head screamed, but how could she when this man who was going to be her death was just this seductive? His lips mapped hers sweetly, sucking it, not to forget the bulge that was pressing against her stomach.
To make things so convenient, she was wearing a light dress he could easily get rid of, and that was exactly what happened when she heard the fabrics of her dress being torn, exposing her bouncy bosom that sprouted up.
"Oh Cedric," she found herself moaning because it was just too much. As soon as the moisture touched her sensitive nipples, they erected. The cold trickling water touched them; He hadn’t touched her yet, but something about the room got her so damn turned out. It was her damnation.
As soon as she felt him cup one of her bosom in his hand her head snapped out of it. Her eyes went wide, "what are you doing, Cedric?" She bit his lips forcefully prying away her lips. He didn’t want to leave; he could not. If not, he might lose his mind.
His lips trailed down to lick the flame mark on her neck, giving her a ticklish feeling; her legs clamped together to control the feeling that was building up there as her flower was completely soaked and crying desperately.
She didn’t want the fall into this temptation again. "Abrielle, please," he pleaded desperately as his face was crooked on his neck, his warm breath fanning against his skin.
Her heart squeezed hearing how heartbreaking that plea was. "What happened to you?" She could barely voice out because his mouth was distracting her on her neck while his hand was fondling and massaging her bosom in his warm palms. Why was he so hot?
"I don’t know who or how. This is the first time they tried to take advantage of me this way. I honestly thought I could control it by pleasing myself but I can’t." He hoarsely said the next thing she knew, her feet were swept off the floor, and she was cradled in his arms.
"Where you drugged?" A sense of dread crept into her mind. Cedric walked towards the pool of warm water his body submerging in it until Abrielle found herself soaked. "I said I don’t know but I need you badly. I am begging before I lose myself." He sounded desperate.