The taste of his lips were fresh to Esther. It wasn't her first time to kiss a person but it was her first time to know Beelzebub's lips.
His kiss started slow but as though a person who had tasted water after being years on a dessert, his lips began to devour her.
Esther tried to push him away at once but Beelzebub was much quicker than her when he grasp her hands and pushed them over her head. His tongue licked her lower lips which tried to glue itself together.
"Why are you nervous?" Beelzebub asked, kissing the side of her cheeks gently but the wildness of his eyes warned Esther that this was only a way for him to coax her into his trap.
Esther thought to speak but if she does, she could feel his sharp teeth would take a delicious bite on her lips.
"It's not our first time, isn't it?" Beelzebub's red eyes admired the woman standing in front of him. Even if it was in his dream, Esther appeared to be as beautiful as ever.
