Ariel The L*stful Saint - Chapter 7

Chapter 7: Carlos’ Caress (19)

Leandro looked even more excited to see Ariel embarrassed or distressed.

There was a calm swirling wave on the surface of the water. Ariel opened her shut eyes.

Before she came to notice, Carlos, who had taken off his clothes, entered the bathtub very slowly.

“What’s going on? What is this? Don’t do this!” was what the original female lead said as she shed tears.

Ariel, who already knew what would happen, showed no particular reaction.  Her gaze, staring straight ahead, turned to Leandro. Her willowy eyebrows wiggled subtly.

Leandro thought she’d twist her face in embarrassment. That she didn’t surprised him.

‘I’m not the gentle and clumsy Ariel you know.’

Taking in Leandro’s fierce gaze, Ariel smiled little by little faintly, too small for Leandro to notice.

“Ah…”

Carlow, now inside the bathtub, carefully went behind Ariel and sat down. He bent her waist, large chest touching his muscled arms.

Though Carlos knew he was acting at Leandro’s command, his firm chest supported Ariel’s back and he trembled.

“….”

Carlos, locking Ariel between his arms and legs, slowly moved his lower body above her hips.

Ariel pressed her lips together. It was no use being passive. She wondered how she could turn the situation around into an atmosphere favorable to her.

Finally, Leandro smiled contentedly, thinking that Ariel was frowning and preoccupied with her thoughts.

Did he want to see his faithful dog indulging himself on Ariel? The thought plagued her mind. She had the habit of wetting her dry lips with her tongue when lost in thought. As she swept her pinkish tongue over her lips, she could feel Leandro’s gaze locked towards it.

The lips, which had been devoured by Leandro all night long, tasted different. Ariel frowned. The tip of her tongue stank like the taste of fishy blood.

Carlos’ hand, which held Ariel’s arm lightly, began to move.

Passing through her fragile, slender wrist, which looked like it’d break with a forceful touch, Carlos raised his hand towards her chest.

“…..”

His touch was different from Leandro’s rough caress, pulse transmitting from the palm of his hand, which gently wrapped around the base of her chest.

She could feel him shaking lightly.

Having read the original to the very end, she knew well of Carlos’ personality. Unlike Leandro, he was no bad guy. However, his loyalty towards Leandro ran so deep that he only ever did something to Ariel if ordered.

Carlos gently groped the upper part of her chest with his palm wrapped around her lower chest.

At the same time, he avoided touching her nipple. Ariel unconsciously bent back and stretched her chest forward as if pleading to have her chest fondled more.

As she tilted her head, her upper body clung to Carlos’ chest. She delighted in the feeling of his firm muscles.

“Hnngh…”

His long fingers finally settled down her nipple. Ariel bit her lips from the slight touch. She was more sensitive compared to yesterday. A simple touch of a finger caused it to stand upright.

Carlos devoured her chest with his hand, then bit her earlobe lightly.

There was no room to escape.

If she moves forward, she’ll be blocked by Carlos’ hand caressing her chest, and should she move backward, his burning manhood would stab her buttocks.

“Ah…”

“Ha…”

Carlos let go of her ear before sticking his tongue out and licking her ear.

Ariel didn’t think that touching her ear could ignite sensual pleasure like this. A faint groan escaped through her parted lips.

Somehow, Ariel opened her eyes painfully and stared at Leandro. She couldn’t take his gaze off him.

Her chest, which crumbled in the shape of Carlos’ caresses, fanned Leandro’s libido. He put down the glass of wine and smiled.

Pushing away the cloth off his lower body, his manhood bulged.

Ariel couldn’t believe herself that she was excited to see Leandro’s body reacting to another man’s touch. Smiling inwardly, she thought, ‘What a dirty woman I am.’

Despite her body being submerged underwater, her groin slowly moistened.

Carlos’ one hand let go of Ariel’s chest and moved downwards.

Ariel’s back arched lightly, feeling a finger brush past her lower abdomen and moving lower and lower.

“…Don’t move,” a hoarse voice whispered in her ear.