Chapter 217


    “You get in heat once per day? You’re going to F*ck me to death eventually, damn it…“ I cleared my


    throat and said hoarsely, although my lips and teeth were alreadypletely soft.


    “I can’t control myself whenever I’m with you, Linda.“ Dicken was panting right beside my ear, his


    fingers dancing over my chest as if strumming a guitar. However, he suddenly paused just as I was


    about to suffocate in his thick, sweet scent, and basically froze on top of me. I was left feeling as if I


    was dangling in the air, and turned towards him curiously. “What’s wrong?“


    “No… Linda.“ He rested his head against my shoulder—I could hear him gulping, his Adam’s apple


    bobbing audibly as he did so. At the same time, his heaving chest was brushing against my body, and I


    could hardly resist.


    I couldn’t help kissing his Adam’s apple and then asked rapidly, “Hey, what’s wrong? Or are you


    suggesting that our great leader has goneid?“


    I had no idea where I got the courage as a mischievous idea urred to me. Sliding my hand along his


    muscr abdomen, I was just about to grab his restless phallus when he caught my rude hand and


    held it at his side.


    He studied me from head to toe, raising a brow in surprise as he nced between my hand and my


    eyes. After all, I was simply lying there, my shirt wide open as I grinned challengingly at him.


    I had a hunch that no one would intrude on Dicken like this —touching the leader of the merfolk? Not


    unless you had a death wish. Even so, I dared to do it, and I imagined that I was probably the only one


    who dared, which in turn left me a little proud since this felt terrific, even a little exciting.


    I didn’t know when it started, but I enjoyed seeing that look on Dicken’s face that basically said that he


    had no idea what to do with me, whereas I was intent on pranking him by riding on his favor.


    ”I forgot, but I would revert to my original form if I entered you… ” His eyes continued to scour every


    inch of my body, and though his gaze was basically stripping me bare, he held back and did not make a


    move on me.


    ”Oh, ” I murmured in understanding, though I almostughed out loud in amusement from the weird,


    helpless look on his face.


    Dicken probably hadn’t been this passive in his long life, and was forced to hold back his urges. He had


    never done that before even when he was confined, and this was the first time I found teasing him so


    amusing.


    But to tell the truth, I was myself affected —being forced to stop just as we were about to do it was


    miserable for me as well, and I could feel his rock- hard bratwurst still pressing against my belly. As


    such, I went further and wrapped my arms around his robust waist, and imitated him by licking him on


    his earlobe, mischievously watching his reactions.  I had be a bad girl all thanks to Dicken !


    On the other hand, Dicken couldn’t bear my teasing and leaned in to gnaw at my neck like a beast.


    Pinning my impudent hands over my head, he kept humping against me but did not try to do more than


    that, and could only continue biting from my breasts to my waist restlessly, leaving bruising teeth marks


    everywhere. Not even my inner thighs were spared— in fact, that was the worst part, and all I could do


    was struggle while begging for mercy, as I won’t have a single inch of unblemished skin if this


    continued.


    ”You scumbag, stop it… ” Flushing, I sat up and promptly lunged at him, catching him off guard and


    pinning him on the floor. In turn, he used my move to take me in his arms, and Iy on top of him just


    like that, my clothing disheveled. His very body was like a padding of muscle and exceedingly


    became lost in thought while I watched him.


    He simplyy there, his hands groping all over my bottom as he watched me with depthless sentiment


    and overflowing desire. His long ck hair was spread over the floor, glimmering from its dampness


    and added a tone of mildness to the sharp edges of his face—although I knew that it was merely me


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    watching him through rose-tinted sses.


    He was just so overbearing that he shot into my life like an arrow, stabbing into my heart and fusing into


    my soul and thoughts, denying me the chance of regret or even the intention to flee.