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.

“Do you intend to dry my blood to death?”

Unable to overcome Leandro’s strength, she fell and kissed his stomach. It was closer to a collision than to a kiss, but when Ariel’s breath touched below his navel anyway, Leandro’s alteration heated up even hotter.

“That’s not fair. Your Majesty. I’m just going to wipe your body.”

“Do it yourself with your own hands.”

“…What?”

“No, you don’t need your hands. Wipe my body with your mouth.”

The hand grabbing Ariel’s by the back of her head gradually gave more strength to the grip.

Yes. It wasn’t 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 Ariel’s impudence.

The lead has now been handed over from Ariel to Leandro.

Ariel’s 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.

“Ugh… Ha…”

As his tip picked Ariel’s narrow, red lips and went inside, Leandro moved his hand that held her head straight and poked through Ariel’s 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 Ariel’s 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.

“Your Majesty, don’t strain yourself.”

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 Ariel’s appetizing white neck.

“It always looks delicious.”

“Ah… Your Majesty.”

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 Ariel’s 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 Ariel’s 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.

“Your Majesty? Why…ahh!”

Somehow, when her eyes met with Leandro, who had a terrifying face on, Ariel was thrown roughly onto the bed.

“Uh…”

Leandro clasped Ariel’s neck with one hand and pressed down hard. He strangled her as he climbed onto her.

“Your… Majesty, why…”

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 couldn’t understand Leandro’s sudden change of attitude. Ariel looked up at him wistfully with a look of one demanding an explanation.

“This mark… Who left it on you…?”

The sound of a toothy gnarl scratched at Ariel’s whole body.