Chapter 34 - Wipe My Body (19)
Ariel The L*stful Saint
Wipe My Body (19)
Patience was a far cry from Leandro.
When Ariel did not think about coming, Leandro grabbed her back and pulled her strongly toward his belly.
âDo you intend to dry my blood to death?â
Unable to overcome Leandroâs strength, she fell and kissed his stomach. It was closer to a collision than to a kiss, but when Arielâs breath touched below his navel anyway, Leandroâs alteration heated up even hotter.
âThatâs not fair. Your Majesty. Iâm just going to wipe your body.â
âDo it yourself with your own hands.â
ââ¦What?â
âNo, you donât need your hands. Wipe my body with your mouth.â
The hand grabbing Arielâs by the back of her head gradually gave more strength to the grip.
Yes. It wasnât Leandro who could just quietly be subjected to what Ariel did.
Whatever it was, he had to always take the upper hand and force it down, but in a way that could get rid of Arielâs impudence.
The lead has now been handed over from Ariel to Leandro.
Arielâs lips moved slowly and settled at his lower abdomen. Leandro pushed his hips up to meet her lips.
He wanted to quickly get inside her warm, narrow, and wet little mouth.
Ariel slowly jabbed at the tip of his length. The warm touch of her tongue, which stimulates his libido, was so dizzying.
âUgh⦠Haâ¦â
As his tip picked Arielâs narrow, red lips and went inside, Leandro moved his hand that held her head straight and poked through Arielâs clothes.
A glimpse of breasts between the cracks of cloth in front of her chest seemed to have been shouting at him to eat it for a while.
Leandro pulled Arielâs white, voluminous breasts over her sky-blue dress.
The sight of Ariel going down on him and fluttering her chest in a half-kneeling posture, was enough to drive him beyond crazy.
Leandro moaned briefly, not hurriedly trying to raise his upper body.
His shoulders throbbed as he fell on the floor.
âYour Majesty, donât strain yourself.â
Ariel looked up in surprise when she saw Leandro moaning.
Gently stroking and coaxing him back to his seat. Leandro, who was lying in bed as he was told, pressed his lips down on Arielâs appetizing white neck.
âIt always looks delicious.â
âAh⦠Your Majesty.â
When he saw her slender neck, Leandro always felt the urge to bite it.
However, Ariel endured it because she thought she would not be able to endure it if he were to put his teeth to her thin neck. Biting her chest or anywhere else, would make his desire grow.
Leandro, who had his mouth on Arielâs collarbone and breathed in the scent of her skin, frowned upon seeing the red mark just below her chin.
He never made a mark on Arielâs neck with his mouth.
Even if he sucked and bit her chest and womanhood as he liked, he would have never touched her neck.
Leandro fixed his face on the mark for a moment.
Ariel also opened her eyes when his lips, which had been touching her neck, stopped moving.
âYour Majesty? Whyâ¦ahh!â
Somehow, when her eyes met with Leandro, who had a terrifying face on, Ariel was thrown roughly onto the bed.
âUhâ¦â
Leandro clasped Arielâs neck with one hand and pressed down hard. He strangled her as he climbed onto her.
âYour⦠Majesty, whyâ¦â
With a twisted smile on his face, the man who was affectionately kissing her neck just now was no more. A harsh look similar to the one he had on the first time he dragged her here settled in his eyes.
She couldnât understand Leandroâs sudden change of attitude. Ariel looked up at him wistfully with a look of one demanding an explanation.
âThis mark⦠Who left it on youâ¦?â
The sound of a toothy gnarl scratched at Arielâs whole body.