Chapter 25 #2
"I'm your idiot." He smiled, then lowered his head and kissed me again—this time slower, deeper, and even more intense.
His hand slipped under my clothes, cupping my breast.
"Mmm..." I couldn't hold back a soft moan.
"Still so sensitive," he whispered against my ear, his thumb brushing over the peak. "God, I've missed you..."
"I've missed you too, Cedric. I've been going crazy without you."
His mouth trailed down my neck and lower as my clothes fell away completely. His Adam's apple bobbed, and he leaned down to gently bite my breast through the thin fabric.
"Ah..." My body went limp instantly.
"I'm going to punish you properly," he said, eyes dark with desire as he looked up. "For neglecting me all this time."
His hand slid under my skirt and found my most sensitive spot.
"Mmm... Cedric... slow down..."
"I already told you I can't." His fingers dipped into my wetness. "You're soaked already, and you're still asking me to slow down?"
"Stop talking..." I panted heavily.
"Why should I stop?" He smirked, his fingers moving skillfully inside me. "I love hearing your voice. I love watching you fall apart for me..."
"Right there, Cedric—harder—" I cried out.
"Like this?" He pressed firmly against that perfect spot.
"Ah!" My back arched sharply off the bed.
Just then—
A knock sounded at the door.
"Daddy? Mommy?" Ethan's childish voice came from outside.
Cedric and I both froze.
"Damn it." Cedric cursed under his breath, resting his forehead against my shoulder. "How does this little guy always have such perfect timing..."
"He... he probably woke up..." I hurriedly sat up and started fixing my clothes.
"Daddy? Mommy?" Ethan continued knocking, his voice beginning to sound tearful. "I'm scared..."
Cedric took a deep breath, trying to steady himself.
"Wait a moment, Ethan." His voice was still slightly hoarse.
We quickly got dressed, though we were still a little disheveled. Then Cedric went to open the door.
Ethan was standing there, hugging his little teddy bear, his eyes red from tears.
"What's wrong?" I immediately walked over and crouched down. "Did you have a nightmare?"
"Yes." He nodded, tears still clinging to his eyelashes. He looked absolutely pitiful. "I dreamed that Mommy disappeared. I was scared."
"Mommy is right here." My heart instantly softened. I wrapped my arms around him. "Don't be scared, sweetheart."
"I can't sleep by myself," he said sadly. "Can you tell me a story?"
I instinctively looked at Cedric.
His expression... how should I put it? It looked like he was desperately trying to suppress the urge to lose his mind.
"Of course." I found it a little funny, but I still agreed to Ethan's request. "How about Mommy holds you, and Daddy tells you a story?"
I carried Ethan over to the edge of the bed and gently patted his back, hoping he would fall asleep quickly. Otherwise, Cedric might truly lose his patience.
Cedric sat down beside us as well and picked up a storybook. Although he tried his best to make his voice gentle, I could still sense his impatience and longing beneath it. He probably wished Ethan could fall asleep instantly.
"Once upon a time, there was a little rabbit..."
After about half an hour of storytelling, Ethan finally fell asleep again.
Only then did I carefully put him back into his bed and tuck the blanket around him.
Cedric stared at his son for a long while.
"Sleep well, little one," he whispered. "Daddy will play with you tomorrow."
Then he turned around and grabbed my hand.
"Let's go."
"Where?"
"To somewhere far away from this little devil."
He grabbed my hand and quickly led me out of the room, hurrying down the corridor to a guest room on the other side of the castle.
The moment the door closed, he pinned me against it.
"Cedric..."
"Let's continue," he said, kissing me fiercely, his voice thick with urgency and desire.
"If that little rascal interrupts us again," he growled through gritted teeth, unbuttoning my clothes while kissing my neck, "I'll be the first king in history to go mad from sexual frustration."
I couldn't help but laugh. "Wouldn't that be embarrassing?"
"Exactly," he looked up, his eyes burning with hunger. "So you need to take responsibility for me."
"How?"
"By cooperating fully." He scooped me up in his arms and carried me to the bed. "No more 'gentle,' no more 'slow.' I want you to beg me to go harder, to be rougher, to give you more orgasms."
"Okay," I agreed softly. "Tonight, I'm all yours."
His eyes flashed with excitement. "You said it."
This time, he wasn't gentle at all. His movements were urgent and almost savage, as if he wanted to release every ounce of longing he'd held back for the past three months.
My clothes were tossed to the floor. I lay completely naked before him as his gaze swept over me like fire, from my face down to my toes and back up again.
"Do you know how beautiful you are?" His voice was hoarse. "So beautiful that every time I see you, I want to hide you away so no one else can look at you."