Derila changed into her pyjamas, got into the cup, turned off the light and went
straight to bed.
He ignored her, she ignored him too.
Love whoever…
The two were back to back, each angry with the other.
They were obviously in the same bed, but it seemed like they were a hundred thousand
miles apart.
Derila was still angry, but fell asleep out of breath.
But Daemon couldn't fall asleep all the time. He just had s-e-x, and he wanted to get
close to Derila all the time. Now that they were sleeping on the same bed, how
could he bear it.
So, two hours later.
Daemon carefully moved backwards, wanting to be closer to Derila.
The strange thing was, having moved so much, how come he still didn't see that stupid
woman?
He moved again, but still didn't touch anyone.
He couldn't help but turn around, and goodness, the woman was pressed up against the
edge of the bed, almost falling off.
He couldn't bear it, so he held out his hand and said in a fake indifferent manner, "Come
here!"
No response.
He gently poked her shoulder with his fingertips, still no response.
He padded over and saw that the woman was actually asleep!
He was instantly furious.
This was outrageous, he was so angry that he could not sleep all night, but she was
huffing and puffing.
This woman, simply had no conscience.
This time, Daemon could no longer coax her, directly reached out and dragged her into
his arms, then attached himself to kiss.
"Oooh ……"
Derila quickly woke up from his kiss, squinting her eyes and whimpering and
struggling.
But Daemon had her completely confined in his arms and was still holding her down
with one leg, not letting her move at all.
Derila could only be forced to endure his savage demands.
His kisses carried a kind of punishment, like a wild beast gnawing at its prey, so rough
and wild that she was about to suffocate.
It was a long time before Daemon released Derila, admiring her panicked gasping
with a kind of playfulness.
"Daemon, you…"
Derila finally slowed down and was just about to scold him when he rolled over and
pinned her underneath him for a formal plundering and invasion.
Derila struggled a few times, but could not break free, and again pounded his back
with her fists and pushed against his chest, but still could not push him.
And his burning breath and wild, passionate kisses had gradually lost her.
The temperature in the room was rising, and the two were intertwined like wild animals.
A suppressed sound gradually permeated every corner of the room.
This night, without the tenderness and pity of the previous night, Daemon became
particularly wild, wantonly claiming the woman beneath him.
It was only when she was on the verge of not being able to take it anymore, crying for
mercy, that he let her go.
He hugged her tightly from behind and kissed her shoulder as she fell asleep.
Derila also fell asleep soon because she was tired.
Only, Derila had a series of nightmares, dreaming that William and those in the
castle had died and become unjust spirits, coming to claim her life.
She shivered with fear and woke up with a start, much cold sweat breaking out on her
body and her tiny body shivering.
"What's wrong?" Daemon woke up, sensing her abnormalities, and hurriedly inquired,
"Having a nightmare?"
Derila didn't say anything, her mind still haunted with that horrible image.
Daemon wrenched her shoulders and made her turn around. He rested his forehead
against hers and gently soothed, "Don't be afraid, I'm here!"
Derila instantly felt warmth and strength, but thinking of that incident, she still
couldn't help but speak, "Just think of it as helping William for my sake, can you?"
The moment these words were spoken, they instantly broke the beautiful atmosphere.
Like a basin of ice water poured down from the head, it chilled Daemon's heart to the
bone.
He rolled over and got up, dressed, turned his back on her and said coldly, "I really hate
him, you thinking about other men when you are in my arms."
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