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.
