Beauty and the Beasts - Chapter 1221
In order not to face such agony, Muir had made himself work day and night. However, he still sank into the sweet agony today. He had no idea if he should feel regretful or thankful.
“It’s windy here. Be careful not to catch a cold. Put on your clothing.” Muir’s voice was lower and hoarser than usual as if he was suppressing something.
Bai Qingqing looked at him with an innocent face, her feet dangling leisurely on the edge of the rock. “If I were to put on my clothing, I wouldn’t be able to use it as a cushion to sit down. Come and hug me. Your wings are the warmest.”
After saying that, she saw an obvious tent forming on Muir’s animal skin skirt. She had tried to appear thick-skinned, but her face rapidly turned red.
Muir recalled how he had wrapped his wings around his beloved mate the other time so that she wouldn’t feel cold despite being naked. Their bodies also underwent the most intimate behavior.
Bai Qingqing felt a little scared but didn’t move. The smile on her face became more restrained and she looked up, meeting his gaze.
Muir walked to her, taking in a deep breath, but still suppressed his body’s desire. He sat properly by her side, turning one of his arms into an eagle wing, embracing Bai Qingqing, blocking the strong winds.
Muir didn’t move for very long, and Bai Qingqing gradually became more at ease, summoning her courage to look up at him.
Muir was seated very solemnly, his expression unprecedentedly serious. However, his lower body was extremely spirited.
Bai Qingqing suddenly felt amused and let out a stifled laugh.
Hearing the female’s pleasant laughter that sounded like a lark, Muir’s face started to heat up. How could he not understand why she was smiling?
He didn’t lower his head, but he tried to act normal as he pressed down his other hand between his legs, hiding the embarrassing part.
However, Bai Qingqing moved his hand away, holding onto that part through a layer of animal skin.
Muir’s breathing stopped abruptly and he opened his eyes wide.
As Bai Qingqing was seated on Muir’s legs, she could somehow manage to rub her face against his chin. She wrapped her arms around his neck, looking toward him with a gentle gaze, her slow voice carrying a hint of seduction, “Don’t reject me…”
Muir gulped a mouthful of saliva. The string in his brain called “rationality” snapped. He locked onto the back of his mate’s head and kissed her crazily.
He had initially wanted to release her after a short contact, but the instant they touched, Muir understood that he couldn’t let go. He devoured his mate’s lips ferociously while pressing her down on the rock covered by animal skin.
It had been half a month since she had bled. It should be long past her mating period.
Muir thought this and went all out, instantly turning into a complete starved beast.
Other than taking the initiative at the beginning, after Muir reacted, Bai Qingqing no longer could hold her ground and take control over this intimate act.
It was midway through the light rainy season, and although the wind still felt cold, the sun on a clear day was very strong. The shadows of the wavering plants were especially dark, forming a stark comparison with the land shone by the sunlight.
Muir blocked the sunlight and the cold wind for Bai Qingqing, confining her tightly under his body, only able to receive the feelings he was giving her. Thoughtfulness and loss of control were perfectly presented contradictorily on him.