Chapter 7: Siren Beasts You're Dead
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Belle still can not react much as William picks her up horizontally and be thrown to the bed, William's hot figure instantly covers her up, Belle just gets up but then William presses down, she lets out a cry of surprise, William lowers his head for her lips, kisses her lips of the temptation for the whole day.
His kiss is so hot that he wants to involve her in the heat, completely plundering her everything, Belle is kissed by him in a daze, he is like a ball of fire, insisting on pulling her into this fire as well.
William is undoubtedly a master of flirting. Belle the beginner, completely compelled, does not know to resist, and when she knows it, abruptly feels a tightening and loosening of the body, followed by the sound of the fabric cracking, Belle's short gown is roughly ripped open by William.
Shit, who the hell is enjoying whom?
William roughly rips his own clothes, in a few moments the two of them have been frank, the intimacy and paralysis of skin-to-skin contact let Belle's sanity flow away quickly, controlled by the drug, she could only instinctively, enthusiastically cooperate with William.
The woman underneath him is as passionate as fire, her figure is exquisite, her legs are white and slender, like a water snake wrapping around him, which further make William burn with desire and confusion.
"You Siren ......"
"Wait ......" At the critical time, Belle doesn't know which nerve had been touched, against William's chest with her hands, she calmly asks, "Isn't it me enjoying you?"
William pauses, looks down at a certain position that is already poised to explode, and grits his teeth dangerously. Does this damned woman do it on purpose?
"I am just joking with you, baby, why are you so naive?"
Sharp pain suddenly bursts out, Belle's face is white from the pain, William is also shocked for a moment, is she actually her first time? However, the man seized by desire only has little sympathy to pity her.
One night, sinking and floating ......
The next day, Belle's sleep is very shallow, so she is tossed awake at dawn, feeling like she hadn't slept, every part of her sore muscles protesting against overuse, and a certain private place hurts even more, making her face pale.
Next to her, William sleeps deeply, bare half of the chest, all Belle’s paint scratches, dots interlaced, body interlaced with ambiguous erotic breath, more demonic.
Belle finally really sees the man's looks, is indeed exquisite, not like a mortal, specialising in attracting peach blossoms.
A single slip may cause lasting sorrow. Thinking of this man's ruthlessness, tossing her to death, Belle has a kind of, I suffered a loss also wants to let you enjoy the ruthlessness, can't be just her one person is tossed so miserable it.
You beast!
Siren beast, you're dead!
- Writer
