Chapter 121: Made her beg
The flip was switched; he was the one drugged that could not control himself, but she was the one he had lit a fire in. The fire of desire that was messing with her brain and making her eat her own words.
She had sworn that what happened in the cave would never happen again, but look at her here at the edge, begging, almost pleading. It must be very amusing for Cedric to watch if he knew her thoughts.
Abrielle’s head was clouded like the mist that filled the air; her eyes beaded with tears. She stared back at the seductive devil. He wanted her to beg and lose what dignity she had left.
She bit her lips, embarrassed at the situation, the smirk dancing on his face was just too annoying. He was a devil and sadist, but then again, what was the need for pride when she was engulfed by flames only he could quench? "I want you," she said, barely trying her best not to bite her lips.
Just those words made Cedric almost lose it, but he held onto his little sanity for the sake of pushing her to the brink. Cedric moved closer, his toned muscles flexing in a seductive way that made her inside cry and weep for his attention.
Her legs clenched together to control the urge; the water wasn’t making a difference. He stopped in front of her from his waist region downwards was submerged in water. She could not see the monster that was standing ready to ravage her but she knew it was there. She rather not glance down as it would only burn her more.
He pinched her chin tilting her face to meet those dark abyss. She was dazed by how the water dripped from his hair running down his face to his body. How could a human be this gorgeous? She wondered.
"How do you want me?" He asked, forcing her to spell out the words. Things were not meant to be this way. He was meant to be the one begging and not her. It felt so hard to believe he was the one who was drugged. Abrielle’s throat went parched, and she nervously gulped; his eyes trailed down from her mouth to her throat.
He had already kissed and marked every part of her body but it didn’t seem to be enough. He needed her to know they were stuck together; he was never letting go, even if staying together was madness and would do more harm than good. He was just that possessive of something he should not hold onto.
Abrielle bit her cheeks wondering how she was going to say those words with a straight face. He grabbed her waist and pried her legs apart with his free hand and crawled up to her flower, brushing against her excited folds, causing her to whimper. "I need words from your mouth and not a cry, Abrielle. Just simple words." He said before withdrawing his hand again; she cried in protest, which turned him on further.