Life Becomes Duke's Beloved
Unbelievable

Armand pressed Abela's body on the back of the sofa. Abela was completely shocked as Armand's tongue entered her mouth. She had not never felt this before, Abela had only forgotten how it felt. He also didn't know what to do at a time like this. If she was still the witch she used to be, she might be able to throw Armand across the room.

Armand's hand pressed down on Abela's shoulder, not too tight but enough to produce a whimper. Armand seemed to have no intention of releasing Abela in a short period of time. Armand still hadn't kept his face away even after Abela hit the chest of his field. Abela was angry at what Armand was doing. Let's say they were lovers. But clearly, Abela says that she doesn't remember anything.

Not sure what happened, Abela just wanted Armand to stay away from her. He pushed Armand's body away by not trying too hard. But Armand was knocked back even to the wall. Armand's reflexes were good so he could stop his body movements before hitting the wall. Abela felt surprised, she looked at her palm in wonder. He felt he was not using any magic.

"I know you're a swordsman. Never thought you'd use your aura on me." Armand said as he held onto his chest that was hurting.

"I? Sword master?" Abela still showed that she was very surprised by what her palm produced.

"Abela ...." Armand did not continue his sentence, he sighed for a moment before returning to sit beside his lover.

"You really don't remember anything?" ask Armand in a soft tone.

"I told you yesterday. It's not my fault that you don't trust my master." Abela said it in a cold voice.

He lied about the memory loss. But saying if he wasn't Abela but someone else's soul - which should have been dead - sounds more like nonsense.

"I'm sorry, I might still reject that reality." Armand looked down at the carpet under his feet.

"May I ask you something?" armand asked again, he moved his essence from the carpet to Abela's wary face. "Why do you say 'you want to die when you wake up?"

Armand's question made Abela fixated. He didn't know the right answer to that question. He was angry about being revived. He was even more angry because he lived as someone else. Not incarnate into a new person who has been removed from his past memories.

"I just had a bad dream" Abela replied softly. Abela is a person who is appreciated by many people. I don't know what good Abela did. But enough to make Ghotel feel guilty for possessing her body.

"Dreams?" Armand looked at Abela full of affection. I don't know why it makes Abela's face warm.

"Maybe I'm just tired of living this life." Abela answered awkwardly, avoiding Armand's gaze.

"You know, for a mother who does anything for her son. That was the first depressed sentence you said, Abela." Armand looked at Abela softly. Is Abela tired of her life?

Abela laughed softly, it was hard to explain the situation. Especially he had to pretend to be someone he didn't know.

"Don't think too much about what I said,” Abela said again.

Abela looked at the smiling little Armand. Looking closely, Armand was very interesting. His stern facial features softened as his smile grew wider.

"Please don't do this again, I'm very uncomfortable. I know, I'm your lover ..." saying that in itself really makes her face heat up. "But I hope ... Hmm ... You are not ...." Abela could not continue her sentence. He was too embarrassed to talk about it.

"That is often ... We ... Do ...?" Abela stuttered, her mind drifting to the moment Armand slid his tongue into her mouth. Abela shuddered in light of that sensation.

"Yes. We do xxx and xxx" Armand pretends to count with his finger. The longer the more embarrassed and stammered Abela. Abela's face was hot, probably already very smoky. With a sigh Abela covered Armand's mouth with both palms.

Armand stared amusedly at Abela, peeking at Abela's palm gently. Abela was surprised and tried to pull her hand away, but Armand held her back. Slowly lowering Abela's hand by holding Abela's wrist. Then a small laugh before approaching to fuse their foreheads. His hands were already coiled around Abela's waist.

"It's so sweet .. I didn't know you had this side of my lady" whispered Armand low before eliminating their lip distance again.

Abela was no longer surprised, her face was still as hot as before. Armand's hand on his waist pulled him closer, Armand's grip on his wrist loosened. Arman moved Abela's hand to the front of her chest. As Abela's heart beat thumped in every soft pagutan Armand's lips. Abela could also feel Armand's gentle heartbeat. Abela's one free hand inexplicably reached out to Armand's back and squeezed his clothes.

Sensing the squeeze of Abela's hand behind her back, Armand distanced her face slightly. Seeing her lover's eyes looking at her, her wet red lips opened slightly, her white skin had changed to pink. Armand swallowed his saliva with great difficulty. Armand knew Abela was beautiful, it was the first thing that made her fall in love.

I don't know why she feels dozens of times prettier now. What because it had been a long time that Armand had not seen the red hue on his face. What because it's been a long time since Abela's erotic expression. Lately, their relationship has cooled down a bit.

Armand grinned at the thought of that, his one hand was now right next to Abela's face. A gentle pull brought Abela closer to him. And back to kissing. Abela tightened the squeeze of her hand as their kiss grew more intense.

Abela no longer knew how to resist what Armand was doing, or resist the reaction of her body. Slowly everything became blurry. Abela could not keep her eyes open. When his eyes closed, he did not realize when he was in a lying position. Abela could only feel a strange turmoil within her. Euphoria that exploded in his body as Armand's hand movements in parts of his body that Armand could reach.

Abela realized her position had changed to lying down when her eyes opened and she saw Armand above her. Staring at him with a gaze that Abela might not be able to forget. It felt as if that gaze gave a vibe of its own within Abela.

Abela dodged Armand's gaze. Trying to cope with his hunting heartbeat and breathing. While in Armand's eyes, he could only see Abela's white neck. Her slightly exposed dress sleeves, her collarbone that somehow looks more attractive than the ************* peeping.

"I said ... Please ... Don't do this again ...." Abela was hard to say again. It was hard to endure his embarrassment. Or it's hard to hold the sparkle yourself.

Armand grinned at Abela's expression which did not match what she said. Abela could push him like that if she wanted to. Saying those words with such a supportive tone in Armand's ears couldn't calm his passion.

Armand stuck his lips and tongue along Abela's neck. Makes Abela sigh slowly. Armand bit Abela's earlobe slowly before whispering.

"Sorry I can't ...."

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