Silver Haired - Chapter 101

At the denied pleasure, I felt like I was losing my mind, I eagerly moved my waist to urge him to move again, but he was still like the mountain. How was he able to contain this? And gods the look he gave me, that smirk on his lips I wanted to kiss it away, he was enjoying this, he enjoyed seeing me in desperate need of a release.

“My wildfire” he mused, the movement of his lips as he says my nickname, gods this man was making me become a mess, I desired him so badly like it was killing me.

“Move” I hummed, moving my waist again but not even a movement, was it possible to be this still?

He leaned down, brushing his nose on mine, he has only done this action twice to me but it felt very familiar, what other time have he done it?

“Say it,” he murmured. “Tell me how much you want me, my love”

I moaned, his gentle words were making my head whirl, I moved my waist again but still no movement.

“I won’t give you pleasure until you speak” he nibs my ear, I groaned. If he doesn’t give me pleasure then I would just have to get a hold of his hand and will it to move, I trailed my hand down and grab his. He chuckled softly.

“You’re very stubborn,” he said in amusement. Damn it! even his hand was still even as I tried to move it. I bit my lip.

“Your stubbornness is an attraction to me, it shows me just how much I want to tame you,” he said before trailing a kiss on my neck.

“C-Cedric p-please” I moaned.

“Say it”

“Cedric”

“Tell me how much you want me”

“I want you Cedric, please, I want you only you!”, my voice high pitched and untamed.

“I-”

He ripped the front of my gown before I could register it, he took my nipple in his mouth just as then his movement continued and I was all but a moaning mess. The sucking, his tongue, and the moving of his now two fingers made my voice the loudest.

“Cedric!” I yelled as my release washed upon me, he locked his lips with mine as his thrust continued in my core, another cry escaped my mouth as I stutter beneath him, he didn’t stop, and he didn’t slow down, he was driving me through the same pleasure keeping the same pace, and all I could do was release number of times till I was sure my head was spinning in circles, he gave me the pleasure I finally wanted but now he didn’t seem like he wanted to stop.

I was sure I was screaming all my release now, my waist fell weak but he kept going like it wasn’t enough and his advances towards my breast continued. I was shaking with pleasure right at this point and I felt wet… so wet that I thought it wasn’t gonna stop.

“CEDRIC!” I screamed with the final release collapsing on the bed and panting, spent from all the climax, I lost count but I was sure I did the impossible number today. I tried to calm my breath as my eyes felt heavy. I felt his finger out of my core earning a moan from me, I still felt sensitive.

“Make love to me,” I said in a very dim tone, my vision blurry, he smiled. And then darkness took me, I felt so tired.

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The skies were dark, the night a calm cool evening, a shirtless Cedric watch the love of his life against his bed fast asleep, he took the liberty of changing her attire he shredded, he was now on silk nightwear, the covers barely around her, the weather still felt hot, so he would allow it. He took in her heavenly looks, she was so peaceful as she slept as she had barely had any.

He frowned, even though he was mad with longing for her and that consumed, he still noticed how much her body has depreciated, and how tired and sad she looked, that was enough to aggravate him right now, he left her for two weeks and this happened, he shouldn’t have gone for that stupid travel!

With a snap of his finger the curtains around the bed closed, he grabbed his black robe putting it on, he sauntered to the table opening a wine bottle.

“Beowulf”

His loyal servant emerges from the darkness. “Magnus”, he said with a bow.

“Get me Mint”

“Y-Yes, Magnus” he vanished.

Cedric’s eyes were stern as he turned the content of the wine in the wine glass. They reappeared.

“Magnus,” Mint said with a bow.

“What happened?”, he brought the glass to his lips.

“Olivia…” he began in a heavy tone. “She’s dead”

Cedric’s action paused.

“She was killed by a wild animal by the lake… Mistress has been sad over since she barely slept but this week was an improvement”

He lowered his glass back to the table, there was a long profound silence. Beowulf gulped, it wasn’t pleasant.

“Judging from your tone, you’re in a much worse state” he finally said, taking a sip from his wine. It tasted bitter to him.

Mint’s eyes saddened. “It wasn’t just an animal attack, Magnus, I think this was planned by someone,” he said as his jaw tightened.

“Do you have a scent?”

“Yes Magnus but I cannot trace it, whoever did this is very good, too good”

Cedric placed the glass back on the table and it made a loud noise, making both of them flinch.

“They dared to take someone she cares about”

The room instantly went cold, Beowulf and Mint breathed cold steam. Mint felt his body shake but he stood his ground.

Cedric whirled to them and Mint’s heartbeat slammed a loud heartbeat, there was this sinister feeling when he looked into Cedric’s pitch black eyes, the aura radiating off him also froze his soul, he felt if he kept looking he would be petrified.

“Look away, Mint!” Beowulf hissed in a low tone, this boy still has a lot to learn, it seems like he wanted to visit his ancestors very soon.