"You don't have any injuries, not even a tiny scratch," Anna pouted, causing Cristian's brows to arch.
"You want me to be injured. Isn't that a contrast to the first word you said before flooding my face with your lovely lips?" he said, his nose bumping into Anna's.
Her cheeks turned beetroot as she tried to hide her shame. Anna just wanted to gain a little comfort from healing him once. Healing a little ache would be enough, but, recalling the racial abilities of the being whose arms were under her buttocks and keeping her steady, Anna sighed.
"A.. slip. I made a mistake." Anna made no effort in trying to hide her feelings, or she just couldn't hide her true emotions.
'Fufufu, so simple-minded, I like her,' Lia said, her eyes shimmering as she could already taste her husband making this seraph, the daughter of an elder god, moan under him.
