how to seduce an angel

When Deville rolled over and pushed me down, the back of my head hit the mattress without any defense, and my eyes turned black from the impact.

Before the vision was clear again, a slow spell rolled into my ears like the gradually extending night, and a hair tie suddenly appeared and wrapped around my hand.

"What are you doing?" I asked blankly.

"If you must continue, I will."

"Why are you here? Will you?"

"With the picture book, you can also teach me."

I couldn't find any signs of joking on Dwyer's face.

He looked down at me, his blond hair slid from behind his ears to the side of his face to block the light, and his light amber eyes became much darker, almost to light brown.

The smell of incense and Deville mixed together and drilled into the nostrils, as if a dense mist rushed along the nose to the top of the head.

I was fascinated by the beauty, and I was in a trance for a moment, thinking that this was okay.

The question is, "Why should I teach you to sleep with me?"

"You said you could be down there," Dwyer said.

"When will I—" I did say it.

When I first met Deville, I wanted to trick him into bed, and of course I dared to say anything.

I didn't expect that there would be a day when I needed to fulfill my nonsense words.

When I was hesitating, Deville had already imitated my previous movements, put his hands on my wings, and rubbed them.

I'm not Deville's kind of frigidity. It's impossible not to react when my wings are touched, especially when I'm touched by him.

The numb feeling quickly spread from the wings to my body. I haven't been pressed and touched like this before, so I couldn't help but let out a "huh".

Oh shit.

If it was someone else, I would have been thrown down.

The other hand slid to the side of my waist and kneaded.

The side of my waist is my sensitive zone, and it tends to soften when I touch my back. I endured bursts of tormenting joy and thought: I used to sleep with Deville, why is it the other way around now?

I haven't been below, if it's deville, maybe, can give it a try?

What is the difference between lovers? I sleep with him and he sleeps with me?Is it okay if the process is making love?

Besides, if Deville sleeps with me, then I don't have to do anything tonight, as long as I lie comfortably, I can appreciate his expression changing because of me.

The more you think about it, the more cost-effective it is, but...

"You have no lust, will you be hard?"

"..."

After a few seconds, I realized how terrifying Seraph is.

——Deville can actually manipulate his own body at will.

That's not much to say.

I have always been calm in matters of love, lying on the bed relaxedly, curled up the corners of my mouth, smiled cheerfully, and said, "Kiss me once, and I will teach you after kissing me once."

Dwyer stroked my face and slowly pressed it down.

【harmonious】

"You..." My mind went blank for a while, and it took me a while to think of what to say, "Can you control every part of your body?"

"Ah."

"I want to see your long hair."

DeVille looked at me and said, "Okay."

He brushed the ends of his hair with his hands, and the long golden hair fell down like satin, covering his back, and a few strands slipped from his shoulders and fell to the side of my face.

I wanted to raise my hand to touch it, but there was a sense of restraint on my wrist, "Untie it."

The hair band came loose from her wrist and floated in the air.

I hold Deville's blond hair and feel it carefully.

His hair is very textured, and it still has a dark golden luster in such an ambiguous place, and the smell that makes me fascinated is even stronger.

"Tie up your hair."

A headband slipped past his back, holding his long hair up.

I fussily let him tie my hair the way I like it, and was finally satisfied.

"Continue?" Dwyer asked.

I have taught everything that needs to be taught, and now I really only have to enjoy it.

I slowed down, looked up at Dwyer's face, and said, "Go ahead."