Chapter 243: Don’t stop
Talk about losing every reason or restriction. He lost it. Cedric might not have gotten drunk on the wine, but he was for sure now drunk on her lips. He wanted more and he would take more, greedily everything she could offer.
He knew when she arrived from the start, he always recognized that rose, embedded strawberry scent when she arrived as soon as the door opened. Her scent was the only thing he could sense no matter where.
He hated that fact as much as he loved it. He was still mad at her, he knew she didn’t want him, did not need him. Abrielle made it clear from the start, yet the thought of her wanting someone else made him lose it.
He searched for reasons to believe it wasn’t the case, but it was hard to see things from another view. They might have found a way to get close or maybe Alfonso was the one that was playing a dangerous game.
Yet it didn’t make sense for Abrielle to play his game unless she had a reason to. She was messing with his mind, his thoughts always drifting to her.
He didn’t want to help her when the drunk knight came at first. Call him selfish, call him wicked. Why should he help someone who hated him and wanted nothing to do with him? Why should he continue playing the games of lies and fake smiles?
It was all fake, her smiles were all forced and it was driving him to the end. Cedric thought maybe it was better to let go as everyone said despite his every being not wanting to accept.
At last, it was easier said than done; look at him now, spitting in his earlier resolve. How much has the first prince of Darconia fallen he could not stand by because of her cries? It all started because of a rose.
Abrielle kicked her legs and fought hard, she was getting intoxicated by him. She already lost herself but it wasn’t enough. He was kissing her so hard like he wanted her every breath.