Chapter 120: The devil’s slut
Her mind was clouded; it seemed like he said something about this going to hurt her, but how did he expect her to hear that when he was gnawing on her nipples?
He was the one who was drugged, but she was also affected because why was she craving for more, knowing this was a devil’s trap? She wanted to close her legs and flee, but he was in between, forcing them to stay open.
She wanted to beg him to let her go, but how could she? The room smelled heavenly with the thick smell of scented oils filling the spring water in the pool. The mist clouding everywhere gave it a more erotic feel, but what drove Cedric to the edge more than aphrodisiac was her heated scent.
Was it strange he could perceive how turned on she was and it made him throb badly? It made him throb for her. He had to be the one to satisfy her. What was wrong with him? That was a question he always asked himself when he was her.
His little poison. His lips stopped just above her waist level that was in the water. He drew in a deep breath; the ache got worse, his nose close to the source that was driving him nuts. He bent over, lifting his up as his lips lapped her opening, sliding in.
Her breath hitched, and her hand grabbed the edge of the pool with his finger digging and scraping it. She raised her body subconsciously giving him more access to dig inside. What did she mean that she wanted to reject this? "Oh my, oh, oh." She could not even form words.
Her head fell back as her eyes rolled to the back. His mouth was hot, and those fiery breath drove her to the edge as he slid in languidly, forcing her to accept the desires that were coursing through her.
He started feasting on her, starting slowly as he bit and thrust while tugging on her folds with his tongue and teeth. It was painful when he bit her there despite knowing how turned on she was. He groaned at her entrance enjoying it more than he bargained for.
Her moans came out half-sounding like screaming. Her torture voice turned him on more and more. He increased his pace, making her cry in ecstasy. "Please, " she cried. "I can’t take it." But to him, what he heard was faster and more, and that was what he did.
He held her waist in place to give himself more access as he drew out more moans and pleasurable cries. The ceiling was above her but what she saw was the stars like she could grasp it in her hands. It was always so close but whenever she was about to grab it. He would deliberately withdraw or bite her making her crash back to the ground and the peak of the euphoria.
"So close," she moaned as she rode his tongue. There was so much it could do, but it could not reach all her spots no matter how she rocked her waist on her face.
He did set her folds on fire that cried and wept. "So good, why does it feel so good?" She literally cried, not knowing she was voicing out her thoughts as he clouded her mind entirely.