The Villianess story: A 100 ways to kill your husband-Chapter 340: A swim

Abrielle glanced back at him and realised Cedric was now completely naked. She quickly looked away.

She could stare at him shirtless but not when that monster was out. "You know I can’t swim."

"I know you have to learn one of these days, and I will never let you drown by my side." He took a few steps toward her, his touch electrifying as he touched her chin and then turned her face towards his.

He slowly leaned in, and her eyes subconsciously closed. Then their lips touched, it was softer than he remembered. A sound akin to a purr left Abrielle’s lips as she instantly melted under his touch.

It was the taste he had been craving for weeks. One already etched in his soul; if possible, he would have devoured her immediately, but he didn’t. His kiss was tender and gentle it spoke of his longing for her, his urges completely suppressed.

Their lips parted, and she drew a long breath into her lungs, a subtle smile on his face as he saw how red her face was. He let go of her chin, his touch still lingering. "Take this as your first swimming lesson." He said; she glanced away, unable to stare back at those gold eyes.

She had a feeling they weren’t going to just swim; her heartbeat got out of control, and even knowing he could read her, he heard her heartbeat only made it beat faster.

She turned around, walking to a corner. The sound of water splashing caught her attention,, but she didn’t turn around. She wasn’t wearing many clothes, so it was easy to undress on her own. Luckily his gaze was not on her. The large coat fell on the ground, the she gently pulled on the dress before completely stripping.

She drew in a deep breath; it wasn’t the first time she was going to appear bare before him, yet there was this anxious feeling in her stomach. She turned around, and her eyes fell on him; how could a man be that gorgeous? His existence was a sin.

One so dangerous it was corrupting her. Cedric’s lower half, from his waist down, was submerged in the water; he was still at the edge of the lake that wasn’t deep. His long fingers slowly brushed through his hair. Something about his simple actions made her stomach fuzzy.

The way the water dripped from his hair down to his face then his torso, his Adam’s apple slowly bobbing up as he swallowed. It all seemed alluring." Are you coming in or are you just going to stare at me?" He asked, his gaze shifting to her with a grin on his lips.

"I thought you said I am free to stare." She teased making his eyes sparkle with amusement. She approached him; there wasn’t any difference in the way she walked, yet it was striking.

How she shyly moved, her eyes filled with anticipation and fear. Her hips swayed lightly. She got to the edge of the lake slowly walking into the swallow parts.

The entire time his eyes were on her, everything was pale in comparison to her.

The more he gets drawn to her the more scared he feels. Was it natural to crave another this way? He wanted her, every part of her the good and the bad. His existence needed her. He was glad she could not escape on the wedding day.

Cedric gave her his hand; her palm felt so small and soft against his large, rough once. The sparks she had gotten used to were still there. He yanked her forward, her heart skipped a bit

She was still scared of the deep water. She knew he would let her drown but the feeling was still there. His hand circled her waist; he was her anchor, preventing her from falling into the cold water that felt refreshing on her skin.

"There is no need to be scared. Even if I eat you up you are going to love it." His voice was low with a seductive tone. She knew he wasn’t lying a bit. Cedric was keeping them afloat, their naked bodies so close, nothing keeping them apart.

"Be careful just follow my instructions." He said she listened. His hands didn’t stray to places it should not. It was holding her waist firmly whispering instructions to her ears about how to move in the water.

He guided her telling her the basic strokes, whispering praises at her attempts even if it wasn’t perfect. A soft smile hung on her lips that seemed more radiant under the moonlight.

Everything was a blur because she could not hear him, her mind was distracted by his subtle touch on her skin. Immersed in how it felt, "turn around." He instructed, her back against him, his arm still around her waist as they went deeper.

She could feel his hardest against her but she didn’t comment on it. Her eyes closed the deeper they sank, her legs kicking the water gently. He was saying something to her again which she didn’t hear.

Her attention was on his hand, which was moving slowly, closer to her core. "Abrielle, try to focus." His voice was slightly raised snapping her from her daze.

"How do you expect me to focus when your hands are so distracting?" She asked him. "I haven’t done anything out of place, Abrielle." He stated as a matter of fact, if his throbbing length was not considered teasing.

"I can feel your hardest against my back and your touch, it doesn’t feel like you have any intentions of teaching me. I won’t be able to learn under this condition." She admitted.

She felt him lean closer; his lips brushed against her lobes, causing her to gasp. "You can’t blame me when your body is close. If I truly wanted to tease you, my hands would not be solely on your waist but have gone elsewhere."

As he spoke his, she felt his hand going lower, his fingers brushed against her core before moving in between her thighs. His touch was soft and teasing. She closed her eyes; she had no reason not to savour the moment.

His finders then glided inside her slick core, she shuddered at his touch. The water was cold but she felt so warm, "this is what I would have done from the start." He started to move around the surface of her clit, teasing her, refusing to go in.