Only Love You
Translated by Ada
Edited by Ada
“Don’t! Chelsea, help me! Help me …” Moussa was almost desperate.
She closed her eyes and gave up struggling.
Only the expected pain of being penetrated did not appear, but rather her body felt light and then heard a loud sound.
Moussa opened her eyes to see Chelsea’s figure like a mountain standing tall in front of her.
At the same time, Ryan was spread out in the corner, his right hand covering his chest, spitting a mouthful of blood out of his mouth at the sudden wave.
Seeing Chelsea finally came, Moussa could no longer hold back her loud cries as the string that had been taut finally loosened.
Chelsea clenched both fists and took two steps forward, seemingly wanting to fight Ryan.
But hearing Moussa’s cries, his figure paused for a moment and finally stopped and turned around.
He knelt beside her, picked her up from the hay with trembling hands, and without a word pulled over the animal skin cloak next to her, wrapped her naked body, and also covered those stinging hickeys, and then patted her back comfortingly.
Moussa was in his arms, and she wrapped her arms tightly around his neck, sobbing in distress.
Chelsea turned around with Moussa in his arms and glared angrily at Ryan.
Stepping towards him, Chelsea remembered the scene when he first entered the cave, which he hated and could not kill him right away.
Moussa felt Chelsea’s anger.
For Ryan to do such a beastly thing, she was also outraged.
But when she thought of all the good he had done in the past and then saw his desperate eyes at the moment, Moussa’s heart softened.
Fearing that the angry Chelsea would really kill Ryan, she hurriedly sniffled and stopped, “No, Chelsea.
Don’t hurt Ryan, don’t hurt him.”
When Chelsea heard the words, he stopped.
He lowered his head and frowned at Moussa.
Moussa shook her head at him and looked at him with a pleading gaze, begging in a pitiful whisper, “Chelsea, don’t hurt him, please …”
Chelsea looked at Moussa with a complicated expression, then looked up and glared angrily at Ryan.
Gritting his teeth, he said, “Don’t let me see you again.” After saying this, he carried Moussa towards the direction of the village and scurried away.
Moussa nestled in Chelsea’s arms, feeling his body heat, listening to his heartbeat, smelling his familiar smell, felt incredibly at ease.
It seemed that everything became unimportant as long as she stayed by his side.
She was willing to share Chelsea with Philo if she could give birth to a baby white lion for him, as long as they didn’t make out in front of her.
Moussa gritted her teeth and made the biggest concession.
Chelsea carried her all the way back to the village.
As soon as they entered the house, he threw her onto the bed.
The action seemed very rough, but he controlled the force and did not hurt her.
He ripped the animal skin skirt and pounced on her without saying anything.
He kissed and nibbled on her lips, and his big hands were not shy in pulling her legs apart and stroking his big rod underneath him.
“Mmm,” Moussa got hurt a little by his rough action.
But these ten days without seeing him tormented her.
She had just been frightened, and now she was finally pressed under the person she missed day and night.
She felt incomparably relieved that even these small pains were feeling sweet.
So she reached out and wrapped her arms around his neck, responding to him with passion.