Chapter 1609 You Are My Faith (21)

It couldn't be pushed away, and the wings behind it were also pressed down.

The beautiful angel narrowed her charming green eyes, raised her slender fingers, and tapped his forehead.

"...Azazel, you are not good."

The voices are all delicate and soft, like a fairy in the silent church, almost making one's bones weak and unable to extricate himself.

The person who was extraordinarily gentlemanly and courteous on the outside seemed to have lost that layer of gentleness at this moment.

Clingy, strong, and extremely insecure.

He looks more and more like a wolf, a hungry wolf.

Lifting the sharp fangs, tearing and tearing, extremely cruel.

The beautiful angel was in his arms, but he still felt that it was not enough.

Lifting her face, it was like a drug addiction, almost eating her up.

Eyes, nose, mouth...

The angel's beautiful face was quickly chewed all over by him.

The slender, snow-white neck was forced to lift up, like a delicate flower bone that had been torn and ravaged in a storm.

Trembling, but unable to resist.

The ruthless young man was not afraid of her intimidation at all.

The heart becomes darker and darker, and the thoughts become more and more difficult to guess.

Cecia avoided his crazy kiss like raindrops and raised her hand to cover him.

"Azazel!"

Her wings moved, as if she wanted to fly again.

But Azazel didn't give her this chance at all.

Every time he caught her, he would do this and hold on to her.

The two arms were like iron-like chains, tightly encircling her, and she couldn't break free no matter how hard she tried.

The delicate and gorgeous Cecia, helpless, pinched his nose and said cruelly.

"Azazel, disobedience will be punished."

In front of her, Azazel, who should have been mature, was like a wolf cub that had not grown up.

Holding her in his arms, those light-colored eyes stared at her gloomily, and his breathing was a little rapid.

She covered his mouth, blocking his movements, so he paused.

But soon, he was buried in her neck again.

He didn't listen to her threats and didn't listen to her words.

It was like a vicious beast that was uncertain, even with the collar she locked on her neck, she couldn't control it at all.

Can go crazy anytime, anywhere.

There is no sense at all.

He buried himself in her neck, inhaling her scent deeply.

He closed his eyes, even his body was trembling with excitement.

The temperature gradually became scalding hot.

"you are late."

He stroked her back and kept rubbing it.

The voice was hoarse in this silent and empty church.

Almost the sound of a wild animal.

It makes people's hair tremble.

The person he was holding looked down at him.

The soft, bright red lips moved, groaning slightly and feeling weak.

"Only a little late, just two minutes."

That's also late.

He held her, his hot breath falling on her exposed skin.

He bit her neck gently, and the hot temperature was like a brand, leaving his punishment.

Traces are left quickly.

However, Cecia hissed and hit his head habitually.

"Azazel, are you a dog? You are always misbehaving."

She is no longer as soft and cute as she was when she was a child.

Azazel didn't speak or resist.

Only at this time will he become like a tamed beast, with all the sharp edges in his body put away.

Eyes narrowed, very meek.

Unbelievably docile.

Even after Cecia knocked him on the head, he grabbed her hand and put it on his head.

He wanted her to rub and knead him.

Just like when I was a kid.