Bab 73: Jealous

I went with the flow, kissing him as if my life depended on it. It was damn impossible for me to fight the pull.

Well, I never said I wanted to fight the pull. It's the most pleasant thing I've ever felt. I don't think I can fight against something as pleasant as this.

You get, right?

The devil groaned as he continued to kiss me senseless, and I allowed him to do so. So far, this will get me the pleasure I crave, and then I have nothing against it.

He stopped kissing my mouth and started to lick my neck.

It was ticklish.

"Gods, de—"

". You can call me that. It's better than calling me, devil."

"Fyre, then."

Presently, I will agree to whatever he tells me if it means I can get such feelings.

It was as if the sound of his name woke up the inner devil in him.

His mouth was back on my mouth. And this time, it was more fervent than anything else.

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