The Love of the Stepchild

CHAPTER 61 is like flying into the clouds.

"Eh! Uh!" Zelea was so shocked that Zeon's hand suddenly coiled around her slender waist while drowning her face in Zelea's neck.

The wedding ceremony was over thirty minutes ago, they were currently inside the president suite that Zeon had rented for the bridal room.

Zeon's breath felt warm on his neck skin, plus Zeon's friendly whip made Zelea feel a strange upheaval.

"Euhh," Zelea said as she looked like Zeon had managed to make a work on her neck.

"Sa-honey has to take a shower first" Zelea said in a stammering voice.

Zeon kissed Zelea's cheeks at a glance. "Don't be long" he said with a grin, before collapsing on the bed.

"What the hell is it." Zelea smiled shyly as she shook her head.

The wedding dress she was wearing had already taken off her zipper, so now she just took it off her body, and immediately covered her body with a towel, Zelea walked quickly towards the bathroom.

Minute by minute Zeon waited, but it felt like Zelea was long in the bathroom.

Zeon took off his white suit and shirt, now leaving only the inner shirt on Zeon's muscular body.

Suddenly heard the sound of his cellphone, which turned out to be forgotten yet in off mode.

Hah fortunately it has not started the beautiful night, try if it has begun to disturb this, inner Zeon.

His hand immediately shifted the green symbol, then walked towards the balcony and spoke to someone across there.

Meanwhile Zelea, who was in the bathroom, was making sure that her hair was really fragrant, and also her body was fragrant.

Had given a lot of shampoo to his long hair so that the fragrant aroma burst, as well as to his body, Zelea gave a lot of soap.

And it seemed that by this time Zelea was satisfied, due to inhaling the fragrant scent in her hair and body.

My heart was racing, Zelea clutching her chest as she opened the bathroom door.

Quiet Zelea calm down, this is with your husband so you should calm down, inner Zelea calm down yourself.

Zelea breathed in the air and exhaled slowly, so for a while, after feeling calmer not as hard as before, Zelea opened the bathroom door.

Clamps!

There was no one, the one who was lying in bed when he went into the bathroom, was not there.

Zelea walked closer, not finding Zeon in the room, but faintly heard someone's voice from the balcony.

Zelea tried to peek and it turned out that Zeon was on the phone.

After feeling relieved that Zeon was not going anywhere, Zelea finally headed for her small suitcase.

When he picked up a thin cloth shirt, thin horn if worn like not wearing clothes, Zelea laughed a little at him.

Then immediately put it on, but in shame Zelea immediately curled up on the bed and covered her body with a blanket.

Not nothing but Zelea felt that her cheeks were already hot, ashamed to imagine what would happen in a moment.

When she heard the balcony door close and the sound of footsteps approaching and felt the bed sway, Zelea closed her eyes, but her lips smiled.

It felt as though his body had become stiff as new, when suddenly Zeon's hand coiled around his waist, yet Zeon's whisper in his ear after kissing his cheek, made him breathe a sigh of relief.

"I'll take a shower first."

Huh! It felt like Zelea wanted Zeon in the bathroom longer, somehow it felt bad, but it was impossible.

Or tonight wanting to sleep first, but it also felt impossible, Zelea waited for Zeon with a feeling of uneasiness.

And when the bathroom door opens, it shows a tall, sturdy figure with a stocky body, only using a towel wrapped around the waist.

Even his hair was still wet, Zeon sibak back, making drops of water from the hair fall to the floor like rain.

Zelea was only able to gawk with her hands closed her mouth, this was her first time seeing Zeon bare-chested, revealing abdominal muscles that made a woman's eyes amazed.

"Hey, don't drool" Zeon joked, putting his palm on Zelea's cheek.

Even Zelea realized that Zeon was in front of her, who was rubbing her cheek.

His cheeks that suddenly felt hot instantly felt a chill feeling the cold Zeon palm.

And I don't know since when did Zeon move who is now sitting before him and putting his face together.

The soft flesh felt melancholy as it gently played on his lips.

After the link came off, Zelea took a breath, just now almost out of breath, and Zeon whispered in her ear which made Zelea's cheeks even more red.

"Now may I ask?"

As soon as Zeon whispered in a raucous voice, restraining the turmoil from now on. Despite being his wife, Zeon still wanted permission, not wanting to force anything else for Zelea to be forced.

And the nod of Zeleah's head made Zeon's heart feel happy, beyond winning the tender.

Slowly but surely, Zeon began to guide Zelea, drowning her face in Zelea's neck, sweeping away an entire inch of Zelea's skin with nothing left behind.

Every heed of it always leaves a trace of redness, accompanied by de-sa-han and le-ngu-han of the two. As if it becomes a rhythm that increasingly makes the body burn.

And quite a single pull now the thin cloth on Zelea's body had been removed, two mounds that looked so challenging, Zeon immediately stoned one of them, and his right hand played the next one.

Le-ngu-han Zelea returned Zeon heard, and like stamina many times over.

Satisfied playing on it, now Zeon raised one leg Zelea.

And when Zeon played down there, Zelea felt like there were thousands of butterflies in her stomach, she felt like she was flying into nirvana with thousands of wings.

And the satisfaction he got after something that he had been wanting to push out from before had now been resolved.

But now that the war began, Zeon began to take a position, at first still feels difficult, but after continuing to try to get Zeon's entrance perfectly.

Zeon knew Zelea was no longer a girl, but Zelea's property still felt cramped, perhaps Zelea diligent care so he thought.

Zeon began to move his game, from the beginning the slow rhythm of the sea began to add to his rhythm to be faster.

While his eyes saw two pieces of meat that oscillated violently according to the fast rhythm he did.

De-sa-han Zelea is like music that increasingly adds to his speed in playing, looking for the most fun things.

As Zeon guided his hand to circle around Zeon's neck, Zelea simply resigned herself, what else along with her increasingly formidable de-sa-han and Zeon pecking at his neck, and the stronger and faster the rhythm is down there.

Now they get the end they are looking for, bringing the two together as if flying into nirvana. Before Zeon rolled beside Zelea.