A light curve lifted his lips as Daemon watched Derila's affectionate manner as she
talked to the maids.
He loved to see her integrate into his life, loved to see her alive and chattering in this
home.
"I'll go up first."
"Go on."
Derila dragged her large jacket up the stairs, walking a little slowly because her foot
was injured.
Daemon had already walked up the stairs and deliberately slowed down his pace to
wait for Derila.
But Derila still couldn't seem to keep up.
Daemon frowned, stopped and reached out to her.
Derila deflated her small mouth and glared at him, but still caught up with him and
placed her small hand in his large palm, then, with a slight push, he picked her up.
The bulky jacket on his body slipped down the stairs, not stopping him as he carried
Derila, striding up the stairs and towards his room.
"You haven't explained yet." Derila looked at his handsome face and was a little
heartbroken, but reminded herself to be sober and sensible.
This time, Daemon must find out what happened between him and Penny.
Daemon ignored her and did not reply positively. He carried Derila straight back to
the room, kicked open the bathroom door and threw her directly into the soaking
bathtub. and said: "The first thing you need to do is to get a good idea of what you're
getting into."
There was a splash of water.
Derila climbed up in a mess, lying on the edge of the bathtub and panting heavily.
Daemon glanced at her, unbuttoning his shirt by himself.
"Daemon, you son of a b!tch!"
Derila slowed down and slapped the water in the bathtub, cursing in exasperation.
"I'm a son of a b!tch, what are you?" Daemon tossed the shirt he had taken off to the
side, then started to take off his trousers.
"You…" Derila was about to scold him, but when she saw him taking off his
trousers, she was stunned again, "What are you doing?"
"What do you think?" Daemon took off his trousers and walked straight into the bathtub.
"Ah-" Derila covered her eyes and turned around, "You you you, don't come over,
woo…."
Before she could finish her words, she was snapped by Daemon at the back of her
head, and then, the flower-like delicate lips were kissed by him fiercely.
Derila's eyes widened in shock, and just as she tried to struggle, her whole body
was pressed against the edge of the bathtub, her hands were clasped by him and
raised above her head.
The fierce, passionate kiss swept over her like a raging storm, leaving her at a loss for
words.
She soon forgot to struggle, not knowing how to resist, her petite body shivering in his
arms as she let his wild passion sweep over her.
The temperature in the bathroom gradually became searingly hot, and the two people
who had not seen each other for a long time could no longer repress the tender feelings
of longing and were tightly intertwined.
Daemon cupped her face and asked with a gasp, "Are you afraid?"
Derila's delicate little body trembled, her big clear eyes full of panic, but her hands
wrapped around his waist, pulling him towards her.
"It will hurt, bear with it."
Daemon bit her ear and invaded, like a beast gnawing at her.
Derila's entire body arched in pain, tears slipping down her face as she bit down
hard on his shoulder, her hands clinging to his waist for dear life, her nails about to set
into her skin.
Daemon was satisfied with her reaction and kissed her, moving slowly.
At this moment, the two people were finally completely fused into one, no longer
separated by any barriers.
Derila had imagined this day, she thought she would resist, she would be afraid,
she would refuse, but it was not until this moment that she knew that she was willing to
face the man she loved.
Snowflakes drifted outside the window, seemingly dancing to this beautiful love as well.
After a long time, Derila, exhausted, nestled in the arms of Daemon, gradually fell
asleep, just like a delicate kitten, which is to be pitied.
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