Chapter 444 The Long Night, He's Not in a Hurry
Between her lips and teeth, the taste of the fish lingered.
"I mean this." Sylvester looked at Lela with a doting smile, his eyes carrying a hint of lust.
Lela's face instantly turned red. She unconsciously smacked her lips, thinking of the fish earlier, and stammered, "I... you... don't you think it's dirty?"
During Monday's trip to the mall, when he snatched her chocolate bar, she wanted to ask.
Sylvester squinted. "Dirty? Where's dirty? My woman is fragrant everywhere."
Moreover, Sylvester thought of something, leaned close to Lela's ear, and whispered seductively, "Baby, we've kissed many times already. I've tasted your saliva more than today."
Lela felt her cheeks turn as red as apples.
Sylvester looked at Lela's face and chuckled. "I remember when you begged me to make love to you, you weren't this shy."
With that, Lela quickly reached out to cover Sylvester's mouth, staring at him with a flushed face. "That's because in the tribe, if a female admires a male and reaches the age to make love, they all do this."
It was an instinct engraved in her bones. Moreover, she loved Sylvester; she loved him to the core.
Lela said, "And besides, I was afraid you wouldn't like me before."
She was never a person with a sense of security; otherwise, she wouldn't have frantically built her own kingdom in those five years.
Sylvester kissed the corner of Lela's lips. "I'm teasing you. Eat up! Fill yourself up."
Lela looked at Sylvester suspiciously and took a big bite of meat.
Sylvester laughed. "Eat slowly. There's plenty."
Lela chewed and swallowed. "You want me to eat slowly?"
Sylvester laughed at Lela's innocent tone. "Yes, take your time eating. The night is still long."
The long night ahead, he wasn't in a rush.
He was never someone who was restrained. Whatever he wanted, whether it was alive or dead, he had to get it. As for whether he liked it later, that was a different matter; he had to have it first. Except for Lela, he used all his patience.
What Lela didn't know was that Sylvester loved feeding her. He loved her soft and tender image and loved seeing Lela open her little mouth and eat the food he made in one bite. He found her puffed-up cheeks utterly endearing. He wanted to bite her, to devour her!
Under the bright moon and the starry sky, the large floor-to-ceiling window upstairs was slightly open, the autumn wind playfully lifting the sheer curtains. The cool moonlight mixed with the warm, ambiguous indoor lighting, creating an illusion that seemed out of this world.
Sylvester had already showered, wearing a red bathrobe, half-lying on the black bed. The contrast of red and black, along with his tall figure, made him look like an elf under the light.
Lela was in the bathroom, looking at the very short piece of clothing in her hand, her mouth twitching.
Half an hour ago, she was dragged by the freshly showered Sylvester to pick out these scanty clothes.
Coming to modern civilization, she realized for the first time that human clothing could be so minimal; it was utterly ridiculous. These clothes had even less fabric than the ones her tribespeople wore in the Holy Light Tribe. She could almost crumple the entire piece of clothing into a ball with one hand. Moreover, the fabric was soft and sheer, making it even more suggestive when worn. She might as well not wear anything.
Looking at the various sets of such clothes, she didn't want to pick out any, but Sylvester said, "If you don't pick one to wear, you won't be sleeping tonight."
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