Chapter 1612 You Are My Faith (24)

Like a wild beast, extremely mute.

Calling people, my heart feels hot.

The man with snow-skinned skin and red lips, with loose hair, met his eyes.

After settling for a few seconds, maybe it was because the temperature in the room was a little high, or maybe it was because of other reasons, she suddenly coughed and looked away.

Her cheeks were a little red and her voice was a little weak.

"Do...what?"

He didn't speak, but slowly held her arms down on both sides.

Her strong and broad body completely covered her, with a strong hormonal aura.

Almost intoxicating.

The priest who was supposed to be a gentle gentleman in the daytime looked like a beast with red eyes.

His breathing was heavy and his lips were red.

The weight of her body pressed down on her little by little, like an immovable mountain.

Extremely heavy, yet not to be rejected.

"..." Cecia, whose hands were fixed, still didn't understand what he meant at the moment.

The gift he was talking about was probably him.

Give yourself to her.

Cecia twisted her restrained wrist uncomfortably.

Her beautiful green eyes were shining, but she just didn't look at him.

He looked aside, coughed, and said, "Azazel, please don't look like this."

"When you grow up, you should know that we shouldn't be like this."

The grown man laughed without emotion.

She tried to break free, and he pressed harder.

It was like heavy shackles, tightly clamping down on her delicate legs.

Bind her, bind the poor angel.

He buried his head in her neck, like a wild beast marking it, and took another bite.

Until the traces appear.

"Ceccia, what should we do?"

He shifted his position and covered the corners of her lips.

He rubbed it neither gently nor hard, as if he was about to bite him in the next second.

Severely tear off a piece of flesh.

"You know, I love you."

His voice was mute, and his body temperature was very high.

It was like molten lava, almost destroying everything it touched.

"Not even God would love you this much."

"If we shouldn't be like this, then what...should we be doing?"

His chest was hard, and the hot breath he breathed was even more burning.

The beautiful and charming Cecia shrank her fingers, and her beautiful and clear green eyes were scalded with water mist by him.

He was covered in mist, his eyelashes were trembling, and his cheeks were stained with a faint crimson color.

Like a delicate and beautiful rose, it opened some petals tremblingly, then closed them shyly.

Too green.

She pursed her red lips and didn't look at him.

His eyes fell on an unknown place in the room, his fingertips slightly curled.

Some silence.

So silent, I don't know what I'm thinking.

When she didn't speak, Azazel's movements became more and more wanton.

As if he was about to taste something delicious, he kissed her slowly.

Like a continuous drizzle, it is rare and gentle.

Incredibly soft.

Chesia, who was lying on the bed, trembled her eyelashes.

Finally, when he let go of her wrist and was about to make the next move, she suddenly held him down.

Although his ears were a little red, those two beautiful green eyes were still staring at him silently.

He moved his lips, as if he wanted to confirm something again.

"Do you really want to be a partner with me?"

The patient Azazel's eyes were already a little red at this time.

The eyes that should have been clean and warm were now bloodshot.

The red color is a bit frightening.