The Villianess story: A 100 ways to kill your husband Chapter 583: Pleasant surprise

Abrielle seized control abruptly, anticipating Cedric's intention to prolong the ordeal. She desired no further torture. Cedric's rich laughter echoed throughout the chamber.

A spark of mischief ignited in her eyes as she positioned herself above him. The most formidable man in Draconia now lay at her mercy. Abrielle intensified their kiss, gently nipping his lips and drawing out the sensation.

Their moans intertwined, tongues dancing in a passionate embrace. Abrielle's kisses descended from his chin, tracing the strong lines of his jaw down to his chest. Her hands moved with exploration.

Her fervent kisses continued, and Abrielle made certain to tease his exquisitely sensitive nipples. His Adam's apple bobbed as a groan escaped him when she kissed them, eliciting a smile from her.

Cedric's smirk widened; he was hardly surprised. He had glimpsed the books she authored, a testament to his little ginger's potent prowess. "Abby..." he managed to utter, his voice strained.

Abrielle dedicated her attention to every inch of his magnificent form. Her stomach brushed against the tip of his erection, causing him to tremble beneath her touch, yet Abrielle persisted.

Her kisses and caresses meandered downwards towards his waist. His breath hitched as she planted kisses near his manhood, her lips grazing his sensitive lower region.

Her tongue enveloped his member, moving from its base to the very tip. She could feel his throbbing intensity within her grasp.

Relishing his reactions, she playfully bit him upon reaching the apex. Cedric groaned, ensnared by her ministrations.

Content with his response, she drew back, bestowing upon him a provocative smile. He found amusement in her playful retribution. Abrielle shifted her position, drew a deep breath, and slowly began to take him within her.

Cedric groaned, his hands encircling her waist to guide her movements. She gasped, for despite her ample lubrication, he was stretching her to her absolute limit.

After receiving him as fully as she could, she began to move with deliberate patience along his length. The sensation was agonizing for him, yet he compelled himself to remain patient as she adjusted.

Her movements started languidly, pushing him towards the precipice of his endurance, before she gradually increased her tempo. Her inner folds grew slicker, facilitating his passage more effectively. Their moans began to meld as her pace steadily quickened, with Cedric expertly guiding her.

His grip on her waist tightened, her core spasming around him, yet the pain was intertwined with burgeoning pleasure. Abrielle found herself lost in the escalating delight of riding him faster and faster.

His member struck her intimate spots with each upward surge as she rode him. Cedric responded with deeper thrusts, matching her rhythm as they both succumbed to the overwhelming pleasure.

Abrielle's pace became frantic, her body alight with sensation, sweat beading on her skin. Her moans and his guttural sounds vibrated against her ears. The rhythmic slapping of skin against skin filled the room, punctuated by their cries.

Her inner walls clenched around him, drawing out the last vestiges of his self-control. "Abby..." his voice cracked, thick with yearning.

"Cedric... I can't..." she moaned, her head thrown back, damp hair clinging to her skin. He was close, his member pulsing, growing thicker within her.

A growing warmth spread through her belly, accompanied by a delightful, hazy sensation that signaled the onset of ecstasy. The pursuit of euphoria felt utterly divine.

He held her tighter, his hips slamming into hers, guiding her as if he could never let go. The inferno within them intensified, each thrust propelling them closer to the edge. Their eyes met for a fleeting moment, wild and desperate, before their release finally consumed them simultaneously.

Abrielle cried out his name, her body convulsing as waves of pleasure washed over her. Cedric followed with a deep groan, burying himself within her, climaxing with a force that left him trembling. Their shared journey culminated in an intense, mutual release.

Her strength faltered, and she slumped against his chest, breathing heavily, her body still quivering from the residual tremors. Cedric immediately wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close, his heart pounding in unison with hers.

He pressed a kiss to her damp hair, his voice raspy yet tender. "My little ginger..."

Abrielle's lips curved slightly against his skin. She longed to reply, but exhaustion overcame her, her breathing now soft and uneven. Cedric held her closer, as if to shield her from the world.

"Abrielle..." he called out, but she offered no response. Cedric detected her shallow breaths. His heart began to race as he realized her breathing and pulse were alarmingly weak.

He could barely sense her heartbeat. "Abrielle..." he urged, trying to rouse her. There was no reaction, and the more power he channeled into her, the more rapidly it was depleted.

He quickly donned his attire and covered her before rushing to the door. "Summon the physician!!!" he bellowed, a mixture of panic and confusion clouding his mind.

Cedric returned to the bedside, holding her tenderly, fear of the unknown gripping him. Her presence felt as fragile as a flickering candle flame.

In response to the emperor's urgent summons, the room was soon crowded with royal physicians and devoted maids attending to Abrielle. Cedric remained steadfastly by her side throughout the ordeal.

Once Abrielle was cleaned and given a restorative tonic, she finally began to stir. "Cedric?" she mumbled, disoriented by the sudden crowd in the room. Reaching out a weak hand towards his face, she inquired, "Is something wrong?"

The Empress's brow furrowed, puzzled by Cedric's ashen complexion. His eyes stung, causing him to shield his face with his palm. "No, everything is alright now."

The attending maids discreetly withdrew, leaving only the head physician. Sensing the physician had something to impart, Cedric finally directed his gaze towards him. The physician offered a polite smile.

He gave a slight nod to the Emperor. "Her Majesty's condition is somewhat delicate. I am pleased she has been managing so well," the physician stated calmly, his voice unwavering. Abrielle's curiosity was instantly ignited, and she turned her attention to the physician.

"Is there something amiss with me?" she inquired, still nestled in her husband's embrace. The physician promptly shook his head.

"No, that is not the case, Your Majesty..." he began, attempting to withstand Cedric's penetrating stare. "Your Majesty, you are already several months into your second trimester of pregnancy," the physician revealed. Cedric was left utterly speechless, while Abrielle burst into laughter, finding the situation incredibly amusing.

"How can that be?" she giggled. It seemed impossible to her that she could be over three months pregnant without having the slightest clue. She hadn't experienced any symptoms whatsoever.