Ariel The L*stful Saint - Chapter 5 - Docile Leandro

Chapter 5: Docile Leandro

In line with his movements, Leandro tightly grabbed her perky br*ast that fluttered up and down.

It was a gesture without tenderness.

His large hand overflowed with a bountiful abundance of br*ast that mushed like marshmallows in his grasp.

Fearing that she’d burst apart from the stimulation at this rate, she decided to give him what he wanted.

“Your Majesty.. the… ah…” she moaned painfully as if eliciting words that he wanted to hear.

If she didn’t answer Leandro quickly, she was afraid her body would be damaged irreparably unable to take his hammering thrust.

But even at this moment, Leandro’s shaft continued to hammer her insides apart.

She had to speak loudly. She needed to have her voice heard through the clatter and squeaking of the bedpost.

Ariel breathed hard and tightened her stomach.

“Your Majesty’s so magnificent… that under me… ah… I can’t hold out…”

Though her pronunciation was a little crushed and mangled by the mixture of gasping breaths, she was at least able to let out the answer Leandro so desperately wanted.

“Haa… ah… Your Majesty… is good…”

The hand that painfully pressed on her br*ast changed slightly. It was gentle and smooth. Instead of squeezing it tight, he grabbed the lower part of her mounds and slowly turned it around in a circle.

His thumb grasped over her nipple and flicked it lightly.

Ariel’s answer was gratifying and satisfied Leandro. His thrusting this time was purposeful and slow.

“Unngh…”

Soon, Leandro’s hot lips pressed against hers. His tongue slid straight into her mouth, which she couldn’t shut because she’d been breathing heavily.

“Ah…!”

This was a different act than before. If she hadn’t checked the face of the man who kissed her and made love to her, Ariel would have mistaken him for someone else other than Leandro.

Ariel quickly realized that he was a man who became docile when he gets what he wants.

As a reader, she had borne witness to this.

One couldn’t imagine the frustration she felt watching the female lead’s foolishness while rejecting and fearing Leandro’s wild, animalistic love.

Other readers may have focused on his ferocious expression of love and ruthless cowardice, but not as much as she did.

In her eyes, Leandro’s image overlapped with the image of a child crying “please take care of me” and of a “give me what I want now.”

If the female lead only knew how to handle Leandro, she’d be able to put her foot in as much as she could.

Ariel slowly raised her hand and stroked his chin.

A sharp jaw that could cut diamonds responded to Ariel’s touch immediately.

“Ugh!”

Leandro groaned.

‘Look at him. He’s a man that can groan excitedly.’

Little by little, as Leandro plunged his shaft inside her flower, he too, let out a soft groan that filled the room. It soon co-existed with Ariel’s moans.

He was excited by Ariel’s obedient gesture.

Ariel stoked Leandro’s back carefully with her other hand. She couldn’t speak because her lips had been devoured by him, but she could feel that he was surprised by her touch.

‘It’s firm and soft.’

When she touched Leandro’s back, her mind became dizzy and fuzzy.

A man’s muscles were wonderful.

Why didn’t the original female lead appreciate this breathtaking sense of beauty?

If only she had tried to get to know him, if she had given him her heart and enjoyed this pleasurable act together, maybe she’d not have such a miserable end.

The thought piling one after another weighed heavily in Ariel’s mind.

But now, she had become Ariel, the female lead. It also meant that the ending of the novel could be changed as much as possible to her desire.

Ariel’s heart fluttered, looking forward to the future.