A lust to die for

 Cedric stared at the wine in Abrielle's hand and knew immediately that it was compromised, but how could he say no to his crazy wife who was thinking of poisoning him on their wedding night? 

 He loved playing dangerous games and knew a thousand and one ways to make this marriage a living hell for her. He smiled at her, showing off his gorgeous dimples, which made Abrielle curious about what he might look like behind the gold mask on his face. 

 He accepted the wine glass twirling it in his hand before bringing it close to his nose to perceive. It was very subtle, but his nose could sense the poison, and it was a very potent one. He wondered how she had sneaked it with her when he got rid of all the ones hidden among her luggage. 

 He tilted the wine brim to his lips and to sip it. Abrielle did her best to hold back her excitement, and then Cedric suddenly drew back the glass without drinking from it making her eyes dull. Did he sense something was wrong with the wine, she wondered? 

 "How about you feed it to me with your mouth? I prefer drinking from your lips than from the glass." He mentioned it took Abrielle off balance. She was not expecting him to suggest such a thing, but if it was important for her goals, she would gladly oblige. 

 "Whatever my husband wishes." She chimed with a beautiful smile, the smile of a seductress and temptress. Cedric had seen that smile a lot of times, but when it came from her; it seemed like he was looking at a true Villainess. 

 Abrielle picked her glass to swallow from, which made Cedric certain the entire bottle was poisoned. She was crazy enough to put her life at risk just to get rid of him. 

 She nervously looked at him, her eyes locked with his gold eyes that blended with the soft glow from the candles. She slowly closed her eyes and then sealed her lips with Cedric, transferring all the poisoned contents to his mouth, which he willingly accepted. 

 She naively thought he would let go of her lips after having a taste of it but to her dismay. Cedric's hand grabbed her head, preventing her from moving away; he swallowed the wine that gave him a burning sensation in his throat as his tongue pried through her agape lips to explore her mouth and claim her addictive lips. 

 It indeed tasted like poison. At first, he never understood why it was so addictive to kiss her just after two times, but now he knew the answer: she was poison to his soul, that was why.

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 Abrielle was forced to kiss his scorching lips, which spread a strange heat all over her body that was slowly consuming him. Before she knew it, she was kissing him back in a more heated intensity. 

 Her back fell on the bed while Cedric crawled over her; he dared not part with her lips. He continued to poison himself with her lips. The best thing was that she didn't resist. 

 His hand slowly crept under her nightie over her thighs, sending sparks as their skin touched. Weirdly, she enjoyed the sparks. Abrielle's eyes popped out; how dare she say she enjoyed his touch after he almost killed her? 

 She used her free hands to push him off, although her strength was not enough to move him but he successfully snapped from his lustful daze and reluctantly left her lips. 

 Abrielle was out of breath, and she was breathing heavily with the cute sound of her breath sounding like music with a seductive effect. Everything about her was tempting but she met the wrong man or rather Monster. 

 Her sparkling sapphire eyes were staring at his gold eyes, the lustful gaze was gone, but there was something dark in there she didn't understand, but it was drawing her in. 

 "Are you not scared it might be poisoned?" Abrielle's asked Cedric who drank the wine without hesitation after she had caught her breath. 

 Cedric leaned closer to her with his head crooked on her neck, his warm intoxicating breath trickling on her skin. He loved her scent; it smelled like flowers blooming in spring, and there was an obvious hint of lavender. She smelled like spring in the middle of autumn.

 His hoarse voice came out lightly. "If the poison is given by my wife, I will drink it without hesitation. It will be an honour to die in your hands." 

 Abrielle's mouth fell agape, stunned by his words. What was wrong with his head? Cedric then bit the tip of her ear to distract her from her thoughts. "Now I have done your bidding, dear wife; it is time you do mine. How about we get rid of this restriction on your body?" 

 Abrielle's face flushed red. This sly scum. She could not wait to kill him. 

 She wanted to stop him because she knew deep down if she didn't, it was a losing game. He was the personification of evil which she must avoid and get rid of. 

 He didn't need to be in this world but yet a part of her wanted something else. Maybe it was the obsession the original Abrielle felt for him that was forcing her to be the obsessed wife from the novel but she refused to fall for it. 

 Those were her thoughts but she was completely at his mercy now. Cedric's hand was running all over her as he started to kiss her neck. 

 His hand was on her stomach, moving up to his bosoms. He cupped in his hand and squeezed lightly. It fitted perfectly in his hand. A cute moan left her lips which seemed to have driven him crazy. 

 His eyes darkened and he continued kissing and sucking her neck while kneading her bosom in his hand. Abrielle could already feel his hard bulge slightly rocking her lower flower as she got heated up like she was under an aphrodisiac effect, but she was certain she wasn't. 

 Yet something was heating up between them that created this undeniable lust she had to stop but deep down didn't. She kept on reminding herself she was meant to kill him and hate him. 

 She felt Cedric bite her neck. His face was crooked, and then he stopped like cold water was poured on him. It was barely a bite but something seemed to have changed about him. 

 Without saying a word, he got off her and left the room, slamming the door behind him. Abrielle was stunned by what happened. She felt something trickling down her neck and was stunned. Blood, but how? The bite was not painful nor did she feel her skin tearing apart.