The Villianess story: A 100 ways to kill your husband
Chapter 397: Longings

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?

He loved the sight of her being vulnerable under him, her chest rising with a sharp glare in her eyes. He didn’t regret it, he was still going to do the same but he still didn’t want to hurt her. His desire and will to protect her were conflicting and it was driving him crazy

"You are going to be the death of me." Abrielle struggled to sit up. Her dress sleeve had slipped off her shoulders exposing her cleavage. It was so enticing that he could not glance away. His throat went dry and he gulped down slowly.

Abrielle’s eyes were stuck on how his Adam’s apple bobbled up. Every movement of his body was drawing. She never knew the image of a man in armour was going to be so tempting, her legs pressed.

"Before I get the chance to kill you. I am certain you would have killed me first." He hissed then turned around to leave. Abrielle crawled quickly on the bed and then grabbed his hand. The sparks stopped him in his tracks. He glanced back and was immediately stunned by how clear her eyes looked.

"Where are you going?" She asked him. His member twitched at how soft his voice sounds. "I need to get myself cleaned. I can’t touch you in this state." He said with difficulty and with all his strength in his body.

Her grip tightened, there was no way he was going to leave her half undone." Why can’t you?"

Cedric leaned in to place a peck on her forehead. "I don’t want to hurt you. I need you so badly that is..." His words were cut off when her lips covered his. Her kiss was gentle and filled with something else he could not point his finger at. Was it compassion ?

.

The kiss was short, her eyes held his gaze with his palm cupping his face. She pulled off his mask and said sweetly. "You are not a monster, stop seeing yourself as one."

She never looked more beautiful to him. Was it possible to fall deeper for someone every time, because he was falling for her more and more? "I love you, Abrielle, and I can’t wait for when you will genuinely return those words."

Her heart squeezed, "Show me how much you missed me, dear husband." She teased him instead pulling him closer. They soon got entangled, his clothes falling off and he quickly got them off piece by piece.

He wasn’t gentle, and she didn’t complain when he shredded her from her endless bundle of garments until finally they were entangled skin to skin on the mattress, pouring out how much they longed for the other.

He wanted to worship every inch of her body but his appetite grew impatient. He was already so hard it felt like he could explode at any moment from now

Abrielle was already wet and overly stimulated. She just wanted relief, they didn’t need any foreplay. Cedric’s hand locked with hers, his lips over her ears, he nibbled lightly. "I am going in." He warned her before he slammed in with one stroke.

She was left breathless, his length going the farthest he could go. "Bloody hell", she cursed, unaware of the term she used. Her head fell back, and worse, Cedric didn’t let her recover from the shock.

He started thrusting in vigorously, filling her to the brim and driving her to the brink; she almost lost it.

She arched and squirmed under him, but she was held captive, unable to move. She didn’t hate this madness, no, she loved every part of it. Their body melted into one as she continued rocking his length chasing her release.

Her folds were sleek making it easy for him to slide in and out. She screamed and moaned, their moans mixed together with the sound of their skin slapping against each other.

"I am close," she could barely say knowing her juices were about to spill anytime soon. "You are free whenever you want, Abrielle." He moaned.

Her breath hitched when she felt his length throb and thicken. Then they both moaned and came at the same time. His seeds flooded her insides spilling on the sheets.

He went limp in her but didn’t withdraw. Cedric rolled over cradling her in his arms. "It was the longest war ever. I hated being away."

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