The Villianess story: A 100 ways to kill your husband
Chapter 243: Don’t stop

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.

She scratched his back, her fingers digging into his back. Abrielle bit hard, struggling to breathe. The metallic taste of his blood filled her mouth and his, and it seemed he hadn’t enough of her lips.

His lips trailing down to her neck, he crooked his face on her neck nibbling and kissing her while she gasped for air.

Air had never felt so precious to her this badly; she gasped, trying to fill her lungs. "Oh my, bloody... Cedric..." Her voice broke into moans, her back arching.

He had never been this intense, not even when he was under the effect of an aphrodisiac. The sparks he gave her lit up her body, his kisses trailing down. "I need to breathe," she begged. She could not breathe. It felt like she forgot how to due to the overload she was feeling.

He bit her lightly, enjoying the sounds of her whimpers that were seductive in between her moans. "Your mouth and nose are free, Aby; try to breathe. I don’t want you dying on me." His voice was hoarse, his breath fanning on her collarbone.

She had forgotten how to breathe, "I can’t. It is too much." She begged; Cedric moved to her ear to whisper, "Leave your mouth open and take in gentle breaths. Don’t be so greedy." His voice left her spellbound; she listened and breathed in.

Seeing how obedient she was, as he smiled.."Good girl, now breathe out then repeat." He instructed which she followed.

"That’s perfect, just continue breathing." He chimed, as funny as it seemed. With how hard it was for her earlier she might have suffocated to death.

He told her that but it didn’t seem he wanted her to breathe. Soon, she felt his fiery tongue on her hardened nipples. He started to torment her while his hand roamed around her body.

With the way she was breathing, it felt like someone was being tortured. He tormented one nipple with his mouth while he flickered and pinched the other enjoying playing with his exclusive toy

Her moans mixed with her breathing and were cut at intervals by cries when he wickedly bit her nipples..all she could do was cry out his name. "Cedric, stop..." She cried.

Cedric stopped leaving her nipple; the cold breeze blew on her nipple and she was enjoying the warmth of his mouth, causing her to shiver and shoot him a glare.

She was embarrassed, she didn’t want him to stop. "Why are you glaring at me? You said I should stop." He sneered at her. Her doe eyes were watering. Abrielle bit her lips humiliated by him. She averted her eyes muttering a curse. Only if she knew her husband’s hearing was way more advanced than the average. "Insufferable jerk," she spat.

He chuckled at her, she was stubborn. Fortunately for her, he wasn’t in the mood for games. Her needy nipple felt his warmth again, the sweet pain he gave.

Cedric toyed a bit with it before moving to the other one that was in his hand. "Oh, yes, yes.." she cried. It was intense and felt so good she was losing her mind. She might hate herself in the morning, but she couldn’t care less at the moment.

"Please don’t stop," she moaned, arching her back while her hand moved from his back to the long hair he let down. "I never planned on stopping." He said, leaving his ticklish breath on her sensitive skin.

As much as he loved her nipples, it was turning into his favourite part, but her other part caught his attention. His lips trailed down leaving soft kisses and Branding every inch down.

Her breath hitched when his lips got close to her flower that was beyond soaking wet, the scent of her arousal intoxicating, yet he avoided her core, his lips brushing against her lower lips, making her cry.

He then buried his face between her thighs where her essence was strongest, kissing her skin softly but avoiding the part of her body that needed him the most. She was more than ready to take him in, but the prince was a sadistic devil.