The Villianess story: A 100 ways to kill your husband
Chapter 63: Pain before pleasure

Chapter 63: Pain before pleasure

The cave was dimly lit by the small fire Cedric had started earlier that provided both light and warmth. While all hell was being loose on the surface the presumably villain and villainess of this world could care less about the fact they were stuck in an endless labyrinth or the trouble their absence would cause the outside world.

The cave right now seemed to be the safest place for them. Abrielle was being consumed by a desire. She didn’t know why it was so strong, but it felt like if her body didn’t get what it wanted, it would be her end.

The need in her flower that clenched and unclenched from the inside. His hard member that was pressing against it from the outside was not helping her in the least way and he wanted her to admit what she wanted verbally.

Her face flared up but Cedric couldn’t care less, his face was crooked in her neck as her lavender scent reminded him of spring in the winter.

This was the month of Nyxoria, meaning the Night’s Gift and equivalent to October, earlier winter. It had been over a month they had been married and it was a miracle he held himself for this long

His teeth grazed against a sensitive spot behind her ears that made her moan shamelessly, not caring about who might hear them, although Cedric was certain there was no one close by.

"Please, it hurts; it’s your fault in the first place. " She could barely speak because her throat was already very hoarse at this point. "It’s my fault. Is it my fault your body is so sensitive to my touch even when you don’t want it to or the fact your insides squeeze around my fingers and don’t want to let it go?" He asked her, inserting two fingers this time, and she felt her warmth squeeze around it.

She was so embarrassed by this, that Abrielle’s body reaction to his touch was the cause of it. Why couldn’t her body be disgusted by it the way her brain wanted it to be? Instead, it shamelessly wanted more from him.

"More," she muttered, closing her eyes to enjoy the feeling of his digits moving languidly in her fold, deliberately driving her to the edge. He refuses to go too deep depriving her of achieving pleasure. She moved her lower body to force the digit to go deeper but Cedric was a piece of work that just refused to cooperate.

"More of what?" He whispered into her ears like a little devil as he trailed down kisses towards her erected excited peak. He bit lightly, causing her to scream, which later turned to a moan when the pain turned to pleasure. "I want you deeper," she muttered with her eyes pressed together as she basked in the short feeling of pleasure.

Cedric swallowed hard, his eyes trailing and carving every inch and curve of her seductive body that was always hidden by a large layer of clothes. The sweat glistening over her with the way her skin was heated made his member ache badly for her.

Maybe he was feeling this way because it has been ages since he last felt the warmth of a woman’s insides around it. He increased the rhythm of his fingers but refused to go deeper. "My fingers can only reach not too far. Is that what you want or something bigger?" He asked her as if they had a choice. He just loved playing with her at points like this. She was completely vulnerable in front of her worst nightmare.

Abrielle brain had already gone on lockdown with the only thing left was her body following its pure cravings. So she didn’t know when she finally agreed. "Bigger please." She cried half moaning with her back arching as her grip on his hair got tighter. He just hit one of her spots inside. Something was building inside her and she was just this close to being undone by his fingers.

"Gladly, Abrielle." He chimed as his lips met hers again for a hot fiery kiss. He withdrew his hand that was in her Inside, a cry escaped her mouth that was swallowed by his when she was left empty.

He loosed the strings of his trousers and pulled them down, not breaking contact with her mouth; their tongues were in an endless game of tag and he was winning.

After his last garments were off from his waist level, his throbbing member that had been aching in its restraints and slacks sprang out, rubbing against the outer layer of her folds, driving Abrielle completely crazy. She squirmed under him, she could never imagine the carnal desires of her body were this powerful.

The tips of his member, which was heavy, excited, and throbbing in his grasp, were already leaking a milky substance as it wanted nothing more than to thrust inside of her. Cedric groaned as his number pulsated in his grasp before he withdrew his hand and gave her a short moment to draw in a breath before he positioned himself in front of her slick wet entrance.

Without any warning, he slowly started to push himself inside her tight fold that was squeezing the life out of him. "You are too tight try to relax. " He said In between the kiss breaks. She was squeezing the life out of him and he was barely inside.

Abrielle Arched, feeling his penetration, and could not help but wonder how large he was because he was ripping her apart. Cedric enjoyed the silk tightness and continued to push inside her warm inside; it was better than he envisioned. At Last, he was larger than she could accommodate for now but he swore to himself to make them fit better next time.

A sharp cry left her lips with tears slowly running down her eyes as he tore through her inner seal and successfully deflowered her. He didn’t wait for the pain to fade when he started moving slowly inside her.

This was meant to be pleasurable but all she felt now was pain, where was the promised pleasure. She thought as she felt her insides which were still clenching around Cedric’s member.