Chapter 343: Slow and steady
There was something about the way he moaned that made her wetter. The scent of her arousal was killing his soul. She swallowed her eyes still on his length. Her warm breath fanning on it, the temptation was strong but she refused.
She straddled his waist, her entrance so close to his length. Abrielle loved how she was driving him to the edge. "At least let me lick you dry." He requested more like begging
Abrielle chuckled, her laugh slightly evil. She reached out for her entrance, her fingers dipping into her soaked flowers. She rolled her fingers in, making her hum in delight.
Her fingers were so wet, her slow actions were more torturous than all the cuts he had received on the battlefield before. She pulled out her fingers that were dripping her juices. "No, I can’t let you have a taste down there. Do you know why?" She asked.
There was this evil glint in her eyes that made him amused. "Why?" He asked with a teasing grin on his lips that made her almost break her act.
"Because I love to see that look in your eyes. The look of fear Cedric. You said you didn’t bother about me because I was so weak but guess who is making you scared now."
Being evil did look good on her, and he loved every part of it even if he was the one suffering. "I always knew you were dangerous." He admitted.
"Oh really," she moved her finger covered in her juices close to his lips. She didn’t need to tell him what to do as his lips parted for her. His tongue swirled around her fingers as he licked it. A satisfied hum echoed, as he enjoyed her sweetness.
It felt so good, the sparks and the pleasure. After her fingers were completely cleaned, he still didn’t let go; he bit it lightly as she pulled it out.