Abrielle's cheeks were red and her body was getting heated up. What kind of trick question was that? Was he looking for an excuse to torture her? Why was he seducing her this early in the morning?
His strong masculine sandalwood and lavender mixed scent with a hint of wine was wrecking her nerves. She had to press her eyes together to control the ungodly sensation she was feeling. Cedric's slender fingers were gradually crawling under her night garment that she instinctively closed her thighs trapping his hands in between his thighs.
"It is hard to know if you are handsome or not when there is a mask on your face at all times. Who knows the hideous scar you are trying to hide?" Her sharp tongue managed to retort while fighting the weird, sweet sensation he was making her feel. She felt that her words struck a string because according to her character design, Cedric is meant to have a hideous scar across his left eye
