423 Make A Wish

Apollyon squeezed her upper arms so tight as they exchanged raspy breaths.

He murmured drunkenly in her mouth, "I'll make love to you." 

Gritting her teeth, Luna fisted her hands and pulled away from his grasp. "Apollyon. This doesn't seem right." 

Apollyon acted like he didn't want to let her go at first, but when the fingers encircling her arms loosened, her muscles relaxed. "You didn't answer me when I asked you if you killed someone."

One hand wrapped around her upper back as his fingers trailed on the curve of her spine like butterfly's wings descending to her lower back.

Now, both hands spread over each globe of her ass.

Apollyon slapped it hard enough to inflict that smarting pain and pleasure, making her quim ache with need.

Closing her eyes, Luna moaned in a long hiss, too late to notice that her hands were now resting on Apollyon's nape.