Chapter 122: A true monster
She clung onto him trying to catch her breath. All the air in her lungs had already been knocked out completely.
His eyes were on her, enjoying the way she was completely wasted because of him, but it was far from over. Although he had his release, his inside was still on fire, demanding more from him. They were still merged into each other.
Abrielle’s eyes popped out when she felt him start to get hard on him. "It’s far from over." He whispered into her ears, it sounded like a curse she could not escape from. His grip was still firm on her waist; he walked out of the water, not ready to part with her warm inside.
The door was pushed open; he made his way to his bedroom in his chambers. This was the first time Abrielle was coming in here but she was too overwhelmed by Cedric to note anything about the room.
Her back sank into the soft mattress he laid her on before climbing over, their bodies both covered with water drops. Her ginger hair was completely soaked and looked redder under the faint glow of the candles lights and set sun rays that lit the room
It was already evening, and the sun was already going down the horizon; Cedric knew it was going to be a long night. He just hoped she would not collapse on him. "Don’t die on me, Abrielle; I am just starting to get addicted." He whispered sweetly but it felt like he was taking to the air because she didn’t hear anything and was just staring blankly at him.
He crooked his face on her neck, licking the flame mark as he started to worship her body again. He drove her to the farthest end, playing with her; her painful moans and cries were the sweetest things to his ears. He was unrestrained like a beast let loose, and she was the last restraint holding him down to his humanity.
Luckily Cedric had a large chamber that was empty because Elias knew his master needed all the privacy he could get. No one needed to know how the monster tortured his wife.
Abrielle’s body eventually gave out after a couple more times, he was too much for her. Even when he wanted to stop he could not bring himself to. It felt like he wanted to drain and suck her of every essence. He was truly a monster as described.
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It was very dark by the time he finally stopped and she had collapsed from exhaustion long ago. He fell back on the bed trying to get himself to calm down. He turned to the side to stare at her body while she slept.
His heart felt like it was stabbed by several daggers seeing the condition she was in. He kind of understood why she resented him; he always went overboard, whether it was when he was angry or excited, and she was at the receiving end of it.