The Savage Wife of Mr. Delon
ISTDS. Delon's

The atmosphere was so warm, Delon was enjoying the atmosphere tonight. Zifana too, is increasingly falling into the valley of ken*matan which demands for more than this.

"You, Delon's. You, Delon's wife," said Delon softly as the two momentarily released their bi**r link because they were out of oxygen.

Zifana could clearly hear Delon's words, she knew she was not loved. He only possessed, then how could he not rebel? Why does his body ask for more?

Zifana took a few steps back, Delon came forward and pushed Zifana in a calm motion. Zifana fell on the soft bed quietly. His heart beats unbecoming.

His heart was beating violently, what would Delon do? His eyes were fixed on Delon who was climbing onto the bed.

Zifana could clearly see the dashing body that only decorated the underwear in the room with a minimalist light.

"What do you want, brother?" ask her husband.

Delon pulled Zifana in his lap, sat on Delon's lap and the two stared at each other. Zifana looked at Delon's increasingly foggy eyes. Holding a passion that wants to be resolved immediately.

Slowly his hand moved to unbutton the top of Zifana's shirt. Zifana reflex holding Delon's hand. However, the hand was stuck perfectly to his chest. Makes both hearts even more ungodly.

Delon smiled smirk and looked at his wife calmly. Unlike the Zifana who looked tense. This was the first time for Zifana to be in an intimate position. Where a man touches the part he's been protecting the most all this time.

"The timing is very fitting in my hands" said Delon.

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Zifana who was originally tense seemed to push Delon's body, he tried to go down but instead Delon pulled Zifana. Delon accidentally dropped his body to lie down, and positioned Zifana on it.

Delon looked at the pretty face that was met with red due to the shame. It's so happy to be in this position. Both, making out. Comfortable and very soothing to his soul.

His memory was fixed on Vely, he could not remember what happened next if he was with Vely first. After he made out, he always regained consciousness in the morning. And it's not this warm, it's not this comfortable, it's not like it was with Zifana.

Zifana looked tense, her hair was broken into Delon's face, Delon brushed the hair lovingly. Zifana rolled up her hair and showed Zifana's neckline, which contained the masked man's tracks.

Delon swiftly brought his lips closer to Zifana's neck, wiping off the trail with the new trail he had left behind.

"Uh," Zifana's moaning made her lulled. Delon rolled up, changed his position. Zifana is now down.

Zifana's heart was beating violently, wanting to push Delon but her body seemed to forbid. Zifana was silent, happy and claustrophobic raging in her mind.

She's just a mistress who's not considered, and right now Delon is treating herself sweetly. In this condition he should be happy, but what is worthy of happiness on the betrayal that Delon committed on his first wife? Zifana felt a tightness in her chest.

"If you're second you're last to me" said Delon.

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Zifana's heart trembled violently hearing Delon's speech. Delon never expressed his love. But, he always said something ambiguous to her. Make him confused, must still refuse or let all this. Did Delon love her? Actually, he needs a confession.

Zifana closed her eyes, sometimes her selfishness wanted Delon to love her, to have her. But he realized there was Elijah and his first wife. Which woman can see her husband double? There aren't.

"Sister, don't do it. I can't betray your wife. You married me just because Elijah, we don't love each other" she said. Although his heart was broken, but Zifana tried to be strong.

Zifana tries to rebel in memory of Delon's first wife. Delon did not give that space

He took off his pants* and acted more.

"I told you, love or not, this is your duty!" said Delon.

Delon ignored Zifana's words. He knew Zifana doubted it because she thought Vely was his wife. But, just to say the name Vely alone he was disgusted. Let Zifana think as she pleases, for now.

Zifana fell silent, and Delon again grazed Zifana's lips. Hugged Zifana's body tightly until she was unable to move. Her net was staring at the poking cleavage, a pure white look that made her even more crazed.

His blood seemed to boil, his hands up and down swept over Zifana's back, thus making Zifana's feathers bristle and let out several times the sound of des*han which increasingly made his second blood seem to boil.

Delon woke up, stared at every inch of the woman's body that was legal to touch it. Zifana tried to sit down. But, Delon held Zifana to remain lying down.

Delon released everything that was attached to his body. It seemed like he was no longer able to resist his desires.

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