how to seduce an angel

Deville put his arms around my waist, stepped back a little, turned his head and gently touched my lips, not kissing deeply, just pecking lightly.

—He is definitely seducing me!

I looked at the amber pupil who was close at hand, raised my hand against his chest and pushed him away, and started to replay and realize everything with Deville now——

I went to the Lecini Peak to seduce him, and after meeting him, the goal was to sleep with him.

Now that the temptation has come, and he has fallen asleep, it stands to reason that he should be let go, and I will go find the next one.

But... I still like him now.

He is an angel, he looks to my liking, he doesn't make those twists and turns, his personality is also my favorite type, and he has long blond hair to please me.

After the anger subsided, I wondered: What is there to worry about?

When did I become so twitchy?

Sleep with him if you like him.

The big deal is to start messing around and end up abandoning him. If he sleeps over and refuses to admit it, then find someone he likes. What can he do to me?

Even after he delivered it to my door, I still endured it left and right, and if I endured it any longer, I'm afraid I would really become an angel.

Deville's gaze was as gentle as water, with a slight smile on his lips, he caressed my hand carefully, and inserted his fingers between my fingers.

His fingers were slightly cold, and when he rubbed against my fingertips, I couldn't help but take a long breath: "..."

The hand was wrapped and moved away, Deville leaned closer, kissed the tip of my nose, put my waist towards him with the other hand, and pressed my lips together.

This time it was no longer a light touch, but a close fit, with lips and teeth intertwined.

I pressed my hands on his wings and thought for a long time, then tightened them suddenly, grabbed a handful of soft down feathers, hugged him back and kissed him back.

Deville sensed my response, let go of my hands and waist, and instead cupped my face to deepen the kiss.

Next to it is the newly built Red Lips Hotel. The owner has changed. I heard that the style of the room is the same as before.

When Deville was blocked by me, his amber eyes were covered with mist, he gasped in a daze, and looked at me with questioning eyes.

I cursed secretly, pulled him into the Red Lips Hotel, asked for a room in a hurry, pushed him into the room and pressed him on the bed, and roughly tore his clothes.

Dwyer cast a barrier around the hotel room, then grabbed my wrist, steadied me, and undressed himself.

Compared with the first time at the Red Lips Hotel, Deville is much more proficient.

This is the first time I have slept with the real and complete Deville. He is not as strict as Four Wings, and he is not as eager as Garcia. He is gentle and firm. It's so hot, I can't wait to ravage him in turn.

I'm not a weak devil, but he stroked my waist over and over again with the movements, with cherish and fascination in his palm, always paying attention to my expression, and he couldn't help but hug me and kiss me soon.

Making love with him is like being surrounded by soft and fluffy feathers, the atmosphere is soft and charming to the extreme, the surrounding air turns into a tide and rushes towards me, teasing back and forth on the naked body, except for his turbulent and deep love desire, Nowhere to cling to.

The sound of the tide is getting louder and louder, covering the ears, flooding the mouth and nose, and after a sense of suffocation, it gradually subsides and recedes quietly.