Chapter 1609 You are my belief (21)
Couldn't push it away, and the wings behind her were also pressed.
The beautiful and charming angel narrowed his charming green pupils, raised his slender fingers, and knocked on his forehead.
"...Azazel, you are not good."
The voices are delicate and crisp. In the silent church, they are like goblins, almost softening half of the bones and making it difficult to extricate themselves.
The person who is extraordinarily gentlemanly and polite outside seems to have shed that layer of gentle skin at this moment.
Clingy, strong, and extraordinarily insecure.
Being more and more like a wolf, a hungry wolf.
Tilting the sharp fangs, tearing them, they were extremely ruthless.
With the beautiful angel in his arms, he still felt that it wasn't enough.
Lifted her face up like a drug addiction, almost eating her.
Eyes, nose, mouth...
The pretty face of the angel was quickly eaten by him.
The slender and snow-white neck was forced to look up, like a delicate flower bud that was ravaged in a storm.
Trembling, but unable to resist.
The young man who became ruthless was not afraid of her deterrence at all.
The heart is getting darker, and the mind is getting harder to guess.
Cecia dodged his raindrops of crazy kisses, and raised her hand to cover him.
"Azazel!"
Her wings moved, as if she wanted to fly again.
But Azazel simply didn't give her this chance.
Every time he grabbed her, he would do this, relentlessly holding onto her.
Two arms were like iron-like chains, tightly encircling her, no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't break free.
The delicate and beautiful Chesia, helplessly, pinched his nose viciously.
"Azazel, you will be punished for disobedience."
In front of her, Azazel was supposed to be mature, just like a wolf cub that hasn't grown up.
Holding her, those light-colored eyes stared at her gloomyly, and his breathing was a little short.
She covered his mouth, blocking his movement, so he paused.
But soon, he was buried in her neck again.
Like a ferocious beast with uncertain weather, even with the collar that she locked around her neck, she couldn't control it at all.
May go crazy anytime, anywhere.
Has no sanity at all.
He buried her neck and took a deep breath of her breath.
Close your eyes, even your body is trembling with excitement.
The temperature is gradually boiling hot.
"you are late."
He stroked her back and kept rubbing it.
The voice was extremely hoarse in this quiet and empty church.
Almost the sound of a beast.
It makes people tremble.
The person being held by him looked down at him.
The soft and bright red lips moved, murmuring slightly, feeling weak.
"Just a little bit late, just two minutes."
That's late too.
He hugged her, his hot breath on her bare skin.
He bit her neck gently, the scorching temperature, like a brand, landed his punishment.
Traces are left quickly.
Cecia hissed and knocked his head habitually.
"Azazel, are you a dog? You're always bad."
She is not as soft and cute as she was when she was a child.
Azazel did not speak, nor did he resist.
Only at this time, will he become like a tamed beast, with all the sharp edges put away.
Eyes closed, very docile.
It's ridiculously meek.
Even, after Chesia finished knocking his head, he grabbed her hand and put it on his head.
I want her to rub, rub him.
Just like when I was a child.
(end of this chapter)