Fast time travel: The sick and paranoid villains all spoil me

He kissed her hairpin: "Don't be afraid, I'm here, have a nightmare again?"

"Ah."

There was anxiety in her voice.

That's right, the malice of those people before was settled by him indirectly or directly.

This was the first time she had faced the worst in human nature, and she must have been terrified.

And he was treated so roughly.

Icarus gently held her hand, the bruises on it were very glaring.

His little god was touched by someone else, leaving traces!

A glint of prey flashed in Icarus' eyes.

But in front of the frightened little god, he didn't reveal any dark emotions, because he was afraid that he would scare her again.

Icarus lowered his head and kissed pitifully on the bruise.

He used magic to erase the traces on it, and then used his lips again to imprint many traces that belonged to him.

"Don't be afraid, I won't let anyone hurt you in the future."

The little god leaned his face against his chest, listening to his heartbeat, beating vigorously.

Then raised his head: "Eli, he said...he said you are Satan, is this true?"

"Yeah." He didn't intend to hide it from her, "Are you afraid of me?"

He also asked a question, and then looked into her eyes for a moment.

But the little god didn't speak.

Seeing this, the tenderness in Icarus' eyes gradually disappeared, replaced by a dark and deep light.

But the expression on his face was very calm, and he didn't even put much force on her waist.

Instead, he began to walk casually on her back, and finally came to the back of her neck, rubbing the side of her neck with his thumb ambiguously.

While leaning over, his lips kissed her ear, and the hot breath sprayed on her ear, while the other hand covered her heart and slowly rubbed it.

"Afraid?"

The voice was low and pleasant, but full of danger.

The little god trembled and looked straight into his eyes.

At this time, he no longer put on his mask, but completely revealed his true face.

Those purple-red eyes seem to be hypnotic, but after just one glance, it feels like my thoughts are drifting away.

She heard the sound of clothes being taken off, and something soft kissed all the way along her neck.

She was a little scared and wanted to refuse, but found that she couldn't control her actions.

"Ugh..."

She couldn't help letting out a coquettish hum, and a thin layer of mist appeared in her eyes.

His voice came from his ear: "Are you afraid of me? Huh?"

Like a mountain hidden in the mist, it seems far and near.

The little god trembled again, and his breathing became disordered.

She grabbed his priest's robe, trying hard to keep herself awake.

Seeing this, Icarus grabbed the back of her head and kissed her.

He kissed so deeply that he had the illusion of swallowing her up.

The strong arm pressed hard on her lower back, as if to press her into the body.

His kisses, his movements, all express his possessiveness.

The strong sense of aggression made the little god feel helpless and scared, but he couldn't refuse him.

Just when she thought he was going to lose control, his kiss became gentle.

As if treating a treasure, even comforting her.

The little god opened his wet eyes, shocked by the madness and darkness in his eyes.

But as if he didn't realize it, he grabbed her hand and put it on his lips to kiss her.

"Afraid?"

He asked again, his tone was still very gentle, but she could hear the danger and loss of control contained in it.

But the little god was not scared off, but hugged him.