Life Becomes Duke's Beloved
Sensible

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Abela's heart thumped when she heard Armand say that. He was happy and scared at the same time. Like getting hope that he didn't even expect.

Abela swallowed her bitter-tasting saliva, her throat choked. Abela tried not to look pathetic. She doesn't want to cry anymore. Not in his life this time.

"What are my words that make you stunned?" ask Armand.

"Yes ... That sounds like bullshit" Abela parsu replied.

"What's? My words?" Armand laughed softly.

"I said yes" Abela replied quickly.

Armand retreated his body, giving some distance between them. Armand smiled looking at Abela's sharp look at him.

"Take it as a seduction" said Armand lightly.

"You? Seducing me?" Abela raised a spoon of her lips.

"Yes ... We are men and women after all. Just be alone in this room." Armand said again.

Abela laughed softly and turned towards the bed. Sit there crossing your legs. Armand looked at Abela's gesture with a sharp look in his eyes. He knew, it was possible that the answer had caused a misunderstanding for Abela. But in his current condition, whatever Armand said would not make Abela believe him.

"Have you heard about Lyra?" ask Abela.

Armand actually didn't like it, they had to discuss about it at the moment. Although Armand knew it was Abela's priority. Find his body and destroy it and leave this world.

If Armand becomes a selfish person that makes him materialize for as long as possible. What would Abela do to him? Is he gonna hate Armand?

"Not yet, they haven't moved." Armand answered briefly. He has not yet moved from where he stood.

"I can't believe it. The stubborn princess. How could he survive for days inside that body?" Abela asked herself.

Armand was silent, he could not change what he had thought before. Maybe he's the one who won't let his head think of anything else. Not to think of work or Lyra or the chaos in her kingdom.

"You know ... My head doesn't want to think about it right now" Armand said. His voice still sounded calm. But the calmer Armand spoke inexplicably made Abela tense.

"Why? Are you thinking about something else?" ask Abela.

"Yes ..." muttered Armand softly.

"What are you thinking?" Abela actually knew, but she wanted to pretend not to understand.

"You kidding me?" armand asked with a slanted smile.

Abela's face heated up looking at Armand's smile. His heart was beating uncontrollably. He regretted having to change their subject. Now he feels very awkward. He wanted to start again, but he was too embarrassed to do so.

"Listen, I don't mean to avoid anything" Abela said.

"And what does that mean?" Armand started to walk closer.

"Arabela ..." whispered Armand very close to his face.

Armand rested his large body with his hands placed on the right and left side of Abela's body. Their right hand almost touched. Abela could smell the wood and mint leaves of Armand.

"Whatever you think" Abela replied a little ambiguously. Armand laughed softly hearing that.

Armand brought his face closer again, today Armand's patience was enough to make Abela feel annoyed. Why is Armand so long-winded today. Makes Abela not stop feeling nervous. Should he talk about the daughter of Wilhemn again?

"You know what I'm thinking?" whispered Armand again.

Armand knew he shouldn't laugh, but Abela comforted him a lot.

"You are so annoying today" Abela said riled up.

"InfFECT? That's because you've been avoiding me too often."

"Me?" Abela looked at Armand in wonder.

"When did I avoid you?" ask Abela again.

"Now, right now," replied Armand.

"Omong is empty" Abela said, turning her face away. He's angry he's just nervous.

"So ..." whispered Armand quietly. "Because of me or the mood?" armand asked still in a whisper.

Abela bit her lower lip a little hard. His heart is still beating. What answer is Armand's hope? Abela ventured to look into the eyes of Armand who was already looking cute. The man no longer hid his passion.

"Because of you ..." Abela's words were interrupted because Armand had already pressed his lips against Abela's lips.

Abela's eyes widened in surprise, her teeth slightly slanted due to the impact Armand had made. Armand retreated his face again to reveal his smile. Making Abela display an astonished and confused expression.

And before Abela could say anything more, their lips were already clinging to each other again. Abela could feel her body trembling slightly as Armand's small bite of her lower lip sucked her with tempo.

Abela's head felt empty because of what Armand did. But her instinct leads her to return Armand's kiss with the same thing Armand did to her.

Abela felt Armand's hand was already on her shoulder to remove the underwear she was wearing. Abela did not make any moves to defend the cloth. Even when the upper body is already in direct contact with the wind.

Abela slightly felt something was about to explode from within her body when she felt Armand's hand on her bare back. Armand pulled him closer. When releasing their lips. Their views meet again. It was not an equally sharp and intimidating look like before. Their eyes turned weak and faint.

Armand somehow felt today was different from the days yesterday when they did it. What makes everything different? His heart rate is faster? His face is warming? Or his whole body that feels more sensitive to feel every touch of his skin with Abela's skin.

Armand gulped his saliva as he looked at Abela's body. This isn't the first time Armand has seen or touched her. But why does it feel like there are other things that make it feel more aroused.

Armand pressed his lips against Abela's nape, tracing along her neckline from bottom to top by her wet tongue. Armand's hand on Abela's back grew colder and colder as she heard the sound******* quietly from Abela.

Armand smiled in front of Abela's chest now. Focusing their activities there. Blinded Abela sighs violently. Abela squeezed Armand's hair a little tight. He had no other choice but to channel the urge into him. He wanted Armand to do it immediately. But I didn't have the courage to say that.

Abela arched her back as Armand bit and slightly pulled the sensitive part. Abela could feel a thud inside her stomach. And when Abela was sure Armand put his finger into her body. Abela sighed great. The pulses he felt were getting stronger and stronger.

Abela's hand touched Armand's hand inside her body. Armand looked at him. Armand thought Abela wanted him to stop. Before it turned out Abela pointed her hand at a certain area.

He's. Armand smiled obliquely realizing that.

"Arabela ..." whispered Armand in Abela's busy ear.

Abela replied with ******* that she was holding with the lips she had deliberately bitten. Armand licked his own lips seeing that. Abela's back finally touched the bed, her hands were already limp and unable to rest.

As Armand gave an increasingly fast tempo and pressure. Abela raised her hips and screeched a little. His fingers squeezed the linen cloth covering the mattress.

Armand silently grinned as he prepared to fuse their bodies together. Abela screamed again, no wonder. He just came. His body was still sensitive to receiving another simulation. Armand was silent for a moment until Abela moved slightly and finally moved as well to control their game.

Armand did not want to rush, he wanted everything to be done carefully. He wants to enjoy this more. Any pull or puncture. Or the sigh he heard. Or sweat them meeting each other. Or the taste in the soy sauce of his tongue that danced over Abela's body.

Everything felt perfect, as if nothing was doubt and suspicion. It was as if they were looking at each other in their true selves. And when Armand gets here. Together with his low indignation, the name he whispered was Arabela.

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