Life Becomes Duke's Beloved
Dreamtime

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Arriving in Hana's room helps Abela change her clothes in a nightgown. So Abela can get some sleep tonight. In Hana's eyes her mistress looked very tired.

"Hana, are Orlando and Armand that close?" abela asked as she lay on the bed.

"Yes ... the lord duke is very fond of the young master, perhaps because the mistress is also very fond of the son of the duke master like the son of the mistress herself."

"I met Bastian yesterday. That kid is amazing. He slashed at someone who attacked me in front of me. I remember the blood ...." Abela stopped her sentence as she looked at Hana's frightened face.

"You scared?" abela asked in astonishment.

"What is madam ...." Hana was unable to continue her words. He did not want to cross his line as a servant. So she just gulped and cleaned Abela's dressing table.

"I'll get out, may the mistress sleep well," Hana bowed before exiting the room and closed the door. Leaving Abela still stunned.

Abela looked at the ceiling of her high room. The light that exists only comes from the fireplace. The soft sound of the fireplace, made Abela sleepy. Slowly he closed his eyes.

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Abela opened her eyes while groaning, her moans sounding a little subtle. The last time she saw him before going to bed was the ceiling. For some reason it suddenly changed into the night sky, the sky that was truly the sky. The light of the moon shines more than the stars that surround it. Even very clearly visible even though he saw it through the tile he was wearing.

A moaning sound rang out again, Abela was sure it was her voice. There was a strange sensation that his body felt. Inside her stomach was hot but pleasant, there was an addictive euphoria felt in every move made by someone who was hugging her tightly.

Abela could clearly feel a tingling wet sensation on her nape and neck. Or the fine hair she squeezed and touched with her fingertips. Abela heard the long sigh she let out, as the one inside her stomach was pulled and pushed a little slowly. His fingers squeezed his sturdy and sturdy shoulders.

"Tu ..an ...yang ..mu ...." Abela was sure she was desperately trying to get the words out. But cut it with something else. Abela could feel the pagutan on her lower lip that was slightly tight or her tongue that came into contact with the other tongue. Abela could feel that her hands and feet hugging the person were getting closer and closer to her.

Abela was sure she felt very disappointed when the kiss ended, but afterwards****** didn't leave her lips. It was obvious how the soreness of her lower lip that she had bitten was rather harsh. As he wanted to hold back so that his sigh did not sound too loud. Abela was sure her body was shaking violently as she heard a low and masculine voice whispering in her ear.

"Armand ... Call me Armand."

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Abela woke up panting. Shit, what dream did he see just now. What is this body memory too? So this woman and Armand even did it out in the open like that? Wanting to avoid it all he saw was the night sky.

"You dreaming?" Armand startled Abela, Abela turned her head quickly to see Armand grinning beside her. I don't know why his face was hot.

"You ... Why is your expression like that?" asked Abela who inexplicably had goosebumps looking at Armand's grin.

"What-like?" ask Armand slowly.

"Why are you grinning like that?" Abela bit her lower lip nervously. He didn't really sigh in his sleep did he?

"So, what expedition should I display after hearing you make such a sound in your sleep?" ask Armand with his annoying mischievous tone.

"What sound?" Abela turned her face away. He did not want to show his timid face to Armand.

"What are you talking about? I don't dream of anything. And you're too close, you can back off a little." Abela held Armand's shoulder with one of her hands.

"Allah ... But tell me first what's in your dream?" whispered Armand quietly.

"Allah ... It's just ...." Abela was still trying to avoid Armand's gaze.

"just?"

"I can't believe you and this woman did it outside !" Abela didn't care anymore, she was so embarrassed right now and she wanted Armand to let go of her embrace. It felt a little strange when he was embraced by Armand after having such a strange dream.

"This woman?" Armand raised his eyebrows. But the grin he published made Abela sure Armand understood what he meant.

Armand closed his mouth, "So you dream about that? When did we first do it?"

Abela was not sure because the room was very low lighting, but she saw a red hue on Armand's face. Armand tried to avoid his gaze. Abela could not hide her unreliable face. He narrowed his eyes.

"Don't express yourself like this woman, who you said you weren't." Armand quickly returned to his usual self.

"What do you mean, I told you we're both different." Abela does not want to lose. No. gabe. During his nearly three thousand years he never did anything shameful outside. What were these two people thinking that night.

"listen .... " Armand swallowed his saliva. How to explain the situation at the time. Which Abela doesn't even want to talk about first. "Simply put, at that time we just couldn't control ourselves, each of us" Armand said somewhat ambiguously. Making Abela display a look of disdain.

Armand laughed out loud, he found this situation amusing. The judgmental expression Abela made for what Armand and herself had done in the past was really strange. How could Abela have chosen to be disgusted by that fact rather than embarrassed.

Armand chose to stop his laughter as he looked at Abela's expression which turned stiff.

"You know, if you ask me. I'll answer straightforwardly ...." Armand paused in his explanation. Armand's dark eyes glittered slightly displaying a shadow of fire from the fireplace.

"I never regretted what happened that night. The truth is I feel so lucky and happy. A beautiful woman quivered in my arms, her face blushing, her lips slightly opened, her voice which ...." Armand gulped stared at Abela's increasingly reddened face in each of her words, her lower lip which she had bitten out of nervousness. Or the pounding that Armand heard who it belonged to.

"You were so beautiful that night, that my mind couldn't control all parts of my body." Armand said as he extended his hand. Releasing Abela's bite on her own lower lip. Pressing that part redder than the others.

"I heard a very strong heartbeat. Is it mine?" Armand smiled very gently as he said that.

Abela believes she just wants to believe that what she's doing right now is the effect of her strange dream and nothing else. Or because this body and everything that this body feels does not belong to her but to this woman.

Abela did not want to think of a reason, why she had her hands around Armand's neck. Or his body is closer to Armand. Or why he put his lips on Armand's thin lips.

Abela did not want to know why the pounding on her chest grew even more crazier as her eyes met Armand's glare. Why did his body tremble when he felt Armand's huge hand press against his back to get closer. Their bodies are attached to each other, their heads are tilted so that their lips are still fused even a little open. Abela did not care about the saliva flowing through her chin. Or the sound of a kiss that makes his ears buzz.

Both of Abela's hands were just squeezing Armand's shoulders and the thin clothes Armand was wearing tonight. Abela just wanted Armand to get closer to her as if their closeness that left no distance was still less than what Abela wanted. Even he felt annoyed as Armand distanced their lips to slightly catch his breath.

Armand really enjoyed the scenery in front of him. He stroked Abela's chin with his thumb, rubbing the saliva that was there gently. Armand stared at my gaze Abela moved to her wet lips, to her neck which seemed to be gulping, to her chest which was rising and falling panting.

"You want me, right? Abela?"

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