I caught an angel

Flora was still snuggling in Dickens' arms. She didn't expect Dickens' reaction to be so strong, and the hand pinching the wings stayed where she was, not daring to move.

When she heard Dickens' question, her gaze was a little erratic, and she shifted the subject guiltily: "Dickens, I just like you so much that I can't help but want to kiss you."

Biting his lower lip, Dickens interrupted, "That's not what I meant!"

Of course Flora knew it, but she could never admit that she pinched Dickens's wings on purpose. If she did, the angel might have a long and awkward dispute with her.

As a result, Flora's face was a little dazed, because her appearance was extremely innocent and pure, so this expression looked very believable!

Flora asked blankly: "Then what are you talking about..."

Dickens slowly let go of Flora's hand and pushed her back. Flora felt unwilling but could only obediently leave her greedy embrace and stood aside wringing her fingers, helpless and pitiful.

Dickens raised his palm and pressed the back of his hand to his lips, covering half of his cheek.

It wasn't until the heat on his face dissipated that he said, "Why did you pinch the base of my wings?"

Flora's eyes flickered slightly, and she said calmly, "I just wanted to hug you, and I accidentally touched you, so I pinched you subconsciously..."

Flora raised her head, gazing intently at the angel's handsome face with her icy blue eyes, her clear tone revealed a bit of anxiety: "Did I do something wrong?"

Dickens turned his face away stiffly, and after a while, he said in a cold tone: "Yes, so don't do it again next time?"

Flora couldn't help laughing, and asked expectantly, "Is this the only one?"

Dickens looked at her puzzled, hesitated for a moment, and nodded.

The smile on Flora's face was even bigger. She hugged the angel again, bit his lip greedily, and murmured vaguely: "Putting the root of the wings is not allowed and should be stopped, but Kissing is no longer part of it, is it!"

It was only then that Dickens understood what Flora was expecting just now, put his hands on her shoulders, gritted his teeth and said in a low voice, "Queen, please respect yourself."

Flora dissatisfied: "I said, call my name."

Dickens asked: "Then you will let me go?"

Flora lowered her head, her voice aggrieved and uncomfortable: "Dickens, do you hate being close to me?"

Dickens dryly replied: "We cannot taste the forbidden fruit without the witness of marriage."

Dickens clearly hasn't shaken off his old thinking, forgetting that he is now a fallen angel.

Flora felt better, and she also understood that this was not a good time to force the angel to submit. After a moment of stalemate, she said, "Call my name, I will let you go today."

Dickens whispered, "Flora..."

Flora sighed softly and let go of her arms.

Dickens took a step back and straightened the clothes he had messed up with Flora.

Flora's eyes fell on Dickens's chest. He was of a very good figure, slender and thin, with well-defined muscles.There are also several abs, and the body proportions are perfect.

Although such clothes are loose, they also bring Dickens' charm to the extreme.

Flora took a deep breath, and wrapped the bracelet holding the shackles around Dickens's arm, then around his back, and around the other arm, and finally put it on.

Flora had already made the shackles extremely delicate, and they were covered with beautiful patterns.

The chain is wrapped around the back. If you don’t look carefully, most people will think that Dickens is a fallen angel with unique aesthetics, with two unique wrist rings on his hands, and they will not regard him as a prisoner bound by shackles.

Flora put the shackles on, and Dickens watched her movements without making a sound.

He obviously understood the prototype of Flora's painstaking efforts to toss the chain back and forth. After Flora finished, he asked in a low voice: "Why do you spend so much time on me?"

Flora raised her head, looked at him affectionately, stroked his cheek with her fingers, and said softly: "Dickens, you are the sweetheart I can't ask for, the husband who is bound by my side, not my prisoner. .I can't let anyone take you lightly."

Dickens stared at her blankly, and after a long while whispered: "But no one can hurt me but you, but you always make me sad."

Flora was slightly startled, unable to hear the angel's extremely soft murmur, and asked, "What did you say?"

Dickens shut his mouth, shook his head, and replied, "I didn't say anything."

Flora didn't ask any further questions, she pushed Dickens towards her bed.

Seeing this, Dickens became very nervous, clenched his fists and asked, "Flora, you said you won't force me anymore?"

Flora smiled at him, and replied, "Yes, I said so, so don't be afraid."

Dickens let out a breath and relaxed a little, Flora immediately said: "But what I said at the beginning was just 'I won't force you anymore today', so my husband, you can now consider how to refuse tomorrow." me."

Dickens' face froze, and Flora pushed him onto the bed. He tried to sit up, but Flora rolled up the silk quilt and covered Dickens.

Dickens lifted the corner of the quilt a little, revealing his face, staring at Flora with puzzled eyes, not knowing what she was doing.

Flora calmly said: "Keep this posture and don't move, shrink under the quilt and don't come out."

She paused, and added with a gloomy expression: "Dickens, only I can look at your body. I don't want to turn all my people into blind people, so my life will be very inconvenient, so please cooperate with me." .”

Upon hearing this, Dickens immediately lay obediently on the bed and covered himself tightly with the quilt.

Flora walked to the vanity mirror and sat down. Dickens tilted his head to look at him. His black hair and black eyes didn't add too much evil to him, and he still gave off a very clear and cold feeling.

Flora pulled the bell wire, and the melodious bell rang throughout the castle, and soon there were servants waiting at the door.

Flora got up, walked to the door and gave Dickens a look, signaling him not to expose her body.

Then Flora opened the door, and coldly ordered the servant at the door: "Go and get a white men's clothes."

The servant got the order and left immediately, and soon came over with a plate.

Flora didn't want anyone to see any part of Dickens except his face and wings. Under the hesitant eyes of the servants, Flora took the plate directly, and then closed the door with a bang.

Flora took the plate and walked to the edge of the bed and sat down. She looked tenderly at Dickens who was covered by the quilt, and called, "Dickens, you can come out now."

Dickens covered his head with the quilt sullenly, and it took a while after Flora finished speaking before he lifted the quilt and sat up.

At this time, Flora saw that Dickens's wings had been stowed by him at some point.

Flora reached out to touch it in some surprise, and asked, "Dickens, where are your wings?"

Dickens stiffened his back and did not speak. After Flora let go of his hand, he said in a hoarse voice: "Flora, don't touch this place again."

Flora's arm immediately froze in mid-air, and she asked cautiously: "After the wings are retracted, will you also feel it?"

Dickens pinched the silk quilt covering his legs with his fingers, hummed, his voice was hoarse, and it sounded imaginative.

Flora sat behind Dickens, relying on Dickens's sealed magic power, she couldn't see her expression, her eyes slid wantonly and blatantly from Dickens' slender neck to her curvaceous waist.

She thought, after she and Dickens resolved all the misunderstandings... No, her entanglement with Dickens was too deep, and it would take a long time for the misunderstandings to be resolved, but she couldn't wait any longer.

Flora thought silently in her heart, when I marry Dickens, I will press him on the bed and brush my fingers over his wings inch by inch.

She really loved the way Dickens was so dazed and lost for her.

Dickens turned his head as if aware of it. Flora's expression had returned to calm. Seeing that Dickens turned to look at her, she even smiled: "Dickens, why do you keep staring at me? Are you in love with me?"

Dickens turned his head, and a weak voice came from the front: "Flora, God ordered all beings to be reserved, so don't talk about love all day long."

Flora hugged Dickens from behind and leaned on him: "Yes, God has indeed said so. God even wants all beings to be abstinent, but the world is multiplying and hell is indulging. God has never stopped their behavior, so It’s okay if we go against God’s wish a little bit.”

"What's more, I hope you can feel my love for you as vast and distant as the deep sea from my words. I think you know how much I care about you."

"Because that's what I'm looking forward to, looking forward to your deep love for me."

Dickens said firmly, "I don't love you. So I won't say anything to you."

Flora's hand around his waist clenched a little bit, Dickens lowered his head, stretched out his hand to wrap her palm, and prevented her from torturing herself with her nails.

Behind Dickens, Flora's eyes are already filled with violence and possessiveness. How sad she is after hearing Dickens say that he doesn't love her, and how strong her anger is at this moment.

She really wanted to lock the angel she was holding to the bedpost forever, and be with her forever.

but……

She'd already missed it once, and she wasn't satisfied with getting an angel's body, she wanted his heart too.

Flora bit her lower lip tightly, leaving deep tooth marks on her delicate lips. She tried her best to restrain her desire and made her voice humble.

She begged: "I know you don't love me, but I really want to hear you say 'love' to me."

Dickens lowered his eyebrows: "Angels cannot lie."

Flora said coldly: "You are already a fallen angel now."

Dickens's back stiffened, and Flora immediately regretted saying it.

She has endured so much, even trying to restrain her desire not to hurt Dickens, but why can't she always restrain her desire to talk, knowing that Dickens cares most about her own depravity, but still hurt him again.

Dickens held Flora's hand tightly, and said in a slightly dejected tone, "Don't remind me that I'm a fallen angel now, I know I can lie."

Because just now, I have already told a lie.

I tell you, I don't love you.

Flora let go, walked around to Dickens, and looked at him anxiously: "I'm sorry, Dickens, I didn't mean to provoke you just now."

Dickens looked at her fixedly, and Flora became more and more disturbed by him, and became more and more nervous.

Dickens stretched out his hand, his fingertips landed on Flora's lips unexpectedly, and stroked it lightly.

To Dickens, such a move was already considered a very intimate gesture. Flora felt the touch of her fingertips, and was taken aback for a moment.

After she realized it, she already had Dickens' finger in her mouth, and pressed the tip of her tongue against his fingertip presumptuously.

Dickens couldn't help opening his eyes wide. Under Flora's movement, it seemed that an electric current was transmitted from his fingertips to his heart.

Dickens could not understand why such a simple and innocent act should shame him more than the feeling when he kissed Flora.

Seeing Dickens looking at her blankly, Flora didn't stretch her fingers back.

She thought for a while, took Dickens's hand with both hands, and licked it lightly under Dickens' blank gaze. Then, she tilted her head and smiled, and lightly licked the corners of her lips with the tip of her pink tongue. Purity and purity appear together on her body, making her full of contradictions, revealing amazing charm all over her body.

Flora asked with a smile: "Dickens, so you like this?"

Dickens finally came back to his senses, retracted his hand with a swipe, looked serious and spoke loudly: "I don't like it!"

Flora smiled and saw that he didn't speak. Dickens put his hand behind his back. He was really not good at lying, and he looked guilty like this.

Such an environment made Dickens inexplicably flustered, and Dickens tried to change the subject: "Did I bite the wound on your lip when I got out of the magic mirror?"

This is the question Dickens wanted to ask from the beginning, and now he uses it to save the day.

In fact, Dickens remembered that he had never bit Flora, but he felt that Flora would not be so stupid to bite himself, and there was no scar on Flora's lip at first.

Since Flora didn't bite it herself, he should have accidentally touched it.

Dickens regretted it very much at this time, he should have asked Flora directly at the beginning, why did he touch Flora's lips so cheaply first?