Ariel The L*stful Saint - Chapter 12

Chapter 12: Her First Ride (19)

When the original female lead heard rumors that she had a weak heart, that she could not break even a small wildflower that bloomed incandescently on the ground, she let them, allowed them to spread rumors.

And so the servants never imagined that such vile words would come out of Ariel’s pretty mouth.

Looking at Temi’s face that quickly turned blue, a strange victory spread through Ariel’s heart.

The only person she would obediently obey is when she was in the presence of the emperor, Leandro.

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Ariel had grown familiarly used to taking off her clothes in front of Leandro. Though mentally and physically tired from laborious work all day, she could not reject the emperor.

Ariel carefully pulled her waistband.

She was a bit nervous today, wondering why the room was brighter than usual. Her hand pulling the string trembled.

“…Let me help you.”

Carlos stood behind her and watched quietly before suddenly cutting. As the guard who served the emperor and was the closest to him, he hadn’t fallen far away from Leandro even for a single moment.

He was always there.

Leandro continued to pervade Ariel’s mind to the very end, yet somehow, she always saw Carlos’ presence with him from the beginning.

Unlike Leandro, whose very presence makes others tremble in fear and keep their mouth shut, Carlos was more the gentle and good-looking man. Though to put it bluntly, Carlos was the soft kindred spirit sort of man considered an ideal type by gentlewomen.

If the original female lead had never found herself in Leandro’s strings, she might have fallen for the gentle Carlos.

Carlos untied her clothes little by little on Ariel’s behalf. The cloth on her shoulder fell and brushed past her peaks, her shoulder shrinking as the cloth touched her classic pink and sensitive nipples.

She moved her shoulders as much as she could so as to avoid the cloth from rubbing against her peaks. Ariel, however, deliberately posed so that her highly sensitive mounds would not be swept away by the cloth.

Leandro, lying halfway down on the bed, noticed her sore expression and smiled.

Ariel’s breathing hitched a bit, changing. She knew he expected an immediate response and she played the part well. And as predicted, it went well without an error.

“…Why did you do that?” Leandro prodded.

“I don’t know…”

“You don’t know? Tell me.”

What was she supposed to say? That he bit her chest and it hurt like hell?

She had no inkling desire to be crushed under his huge stature nor did she want to imagine how painful it’d be were she to be crushed under him.

With a strange look on his face that looked akin to criticism, Ariel smiled seductively. On the surface, she seemed to conform to his wishes, but in reality, she played a deliberate act of innocence.

“…It’s heartbreaking.” Leandro grabbed Ariel’s arm and pulled it toward him.

She had no strength to stop him. Leading her to the bed, she instinctively covered her cottony marshmallows.

“Don’t hide it.”

Leandro didn’t plan to leave it untouched. He snatched her wrist and threw it to the side. He hovered above her in no time and pressed his lips against her soft pillows, examining it with ease. His consciousness weighed in his mind at the thought of driving her wild. The urge to covet and possess every nook and cranny of her body made him unable to restrain herself.

Ariel gasped and groaned in pain.

It was not until a little bit of his fiery desire that the guilt that came to him made him feel awkward, but the more unbearable thing was not the guilt of seeing her in pain but queer excitement. Guilt and pleasure mangled together.

She was his, his own saint. Only Leandro could touch her.

His perverse desire for conquest flared furthermore each time he saw a glimpse of here.

“…Come up.”

Leandro flopped over the bed and dragged Ariel up, an act of concern that she’d soon crush beneath his weight.

Ariel had always been under him whenever they committed to a moment of passion It was her first climbing over him. She looked around innocently, pretending she had no idea what to do.

“Come up,” Leandro repeated. He loathed repeating the same thing twice and Ariel knew it well.

She figured it was time to stop playing a fool and have him wait. Ariel carefully moved over his leg while she bit his lips.

“A little more up.”

Leandro shifted and moved slightly, his member reaching her sweet entrance.

“Your Majesty…”

She wasn’t ready to take him in. Yet. Ariel blushed and looked down at Leandro.

“Move your waist,” he said, licking her soft skin.

Ariel never imagined she’d get on top of him and shake her waist.

Ariel, pretending to be naive, breathed in with a puzzled look.

“Like this…”

Recognizing her hesitation, Leandro put his hand over her pelvis and pushed her hips downward.

“Ah!”

As he gently moved her waist back and forth, Leandro’s hot, raging pillar rubbed against Ariel’s sweet area.

It felt different from the usual insertion.

Ariel bit her lips.