He kissed her hair: "Don't be afraid, I'm here, are you having another nightmare?"
"Um."
Her voice was full of uneasiness.
Also, the malicious intentions of those people before were indirectly or directly eliminated by him.
This was the first time she had faced the worst in human nature, and she must have been frightened.
And he was treated so roughly.
Icarus gently held her hand, and the bruises on it from the second prince's scratches were very dazzling.
His little god was touched by someone else, and there were traces left!
A hint of evil flashed in Icarus's eyes.
But in front of the frightened little god, he did not reveal any dark emotions, for fear of scaring her again.
Icarus lowered his head and kissed the bruise lovingly.
Use magic to erase the marks on it, and then use his lips again to print many marks that belong to him.
"Don't be afraid, I won't let anyone hurt you in the future."
The little god rested his face on his chest and listened to his heartbeat beating vigorously.
Then he raised his head: "Eli, he said...he said you are Satan. Is this true?"
"Hmm." He had no intention of hiding it from her, "Are you afraid of me?"
He asked a question in return, and then looked into her eyes for a moment.
But the little god said nothing.
Seeing this, the tenderness in Icarus's eyes gradually disappeared, replaced by a dark and deep light.
But the look on his face was very calm, and even the hand holding her waist wasn't very strong.
Instead, he began to wander around her back carelessly, and finally came to the back of her neck, rubbing the side of her neck ambiguously with his thumb.
He leaned forward and kissed her ear with his lips, his hot breath spraying on her ear. At the same time, his other hand covered her heart and rubbed it slowly.
"Afraid?"
The voice was deep and sweet, but full of danger.
The little god trembled and looked straight into his eyes.
At this time, he no longer wore his mask, but completely revealed his true face.
Those purple-red eyes seemed to be hypnotic, but just by looking at them, it felt like my thoughts were drifting away.
She heard the sound of clothes being taken off, and something soft kissed all the way down her neck.
She was a little scared and wanted to refuse, but found that she couldn't control her actions.
"Woo..."
She couldn't help but let out a sweet moan, and there was a thin layer of mist in her eyes.
His voice came to my ears: "Are you afraid of me? Hmm?"
Like a mountain hidden in the mist, it seems far yet near.
The little god trembled again, and his breathing began to become erratic.
She grabbed his priest's uniform and tried hard to stay awake.
Seeing this, Icarus grabbed the back of her head and kissed her.
He kissed her so deeply that he felt like he wanted to swallow her whole.
The strong arms pressed hard on her lower back, as if to press her into her body.
His kisses and his movements all expressed his possessiveness.
The strong sense of aggression made the little god feel helpless and scared, but he could not refuse him.
Just when she thought he was about to lose control, his kiss became gentle.
It was like treating a treasure, even comforting her.
The little god opened his wet eyes and was shocked by the madness and darkness in his eyes.
But as if he didn't realize it, he grabbed her hand, put it to his lips and kissed it.
"Are you afraid?"
He asked again, his tone still gentle, but she could hear the danger and loss of control contained in it.
But the little god was not deterred and hugged him.
