Chapter 397: Longings
The curtains fluttered, and a light afternoon breeze blew into the room. The room got heated, his lips were fiery against hers. It felt like he wanted to consume her and she had no resistance. She was ready to give in.
Abrielle wanted him as badly as he wanted her. He left her gasping when her face went red from lack of air. His scorching lips didn’t leave her for a second .. his armour was pressing against her skin.
Cedric started exploring, trailing kisses around her chin as he left her gasping. To catch her breath, he has greedily taken from her. Her eyes were staring blankly at the ceiling, overstimulated from the feeling of his lips and the sparks his touch gave her.
From the intricate design of a dragon and the dark deco. She was certain it was his room.
Once Cedric felt she had gotten enough air, he captured her lips again, ready to steal the little breath in her lungs. "You taste like poison. One I can’t get enough of." He managed to say within his gasp.
Her lips were ever so addictive, they made him lose himself completely in her. She was the only one who could do this to him. Abrielle’s hand was pressed against this chest.
She wondered how strong his lungs were. She couldn’t handle him, but he was clearly losing it. Cedric finally stopped when her hands went numb from drumming against his chest. She bit his lips drawing out blood while struggling
He was stunned, and guilt was eating him up, seeing the condition. Her lips were swollen and stained by his blood. Her hair was dishevelled and spiralled all over the bed.
"I am sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you." He said, his fingers raking through his hair as he stepped back. Was he a monster that seeing her in this condition turned him on?