Uzziel exhaled a weary breath as his dessert tonight had reached its limit; both legs trembling between his body, a body that was limp as if boneless, lips that were almost swollen open with saliva threads to her chin, chest that rose and fell heavily, as if every breath was suffering, both wet eyes that were almost closed, messy, but Uzziel liked it.

Uzziel liked every trace and mark that he left on every inch of your flesh, Uzziel really liked it, "Aah... The dish tonight also tasted delicious, for next dinner I want something hotter," Uzziel lowered his head beside your head, the wet and hot of his tongue brushed your cheek so slowly, so nauseatingly.

Uzziel's free hand caressed your neck, mapping where your pulse was along with his whisper in your ear, "You are safe with me, cupcake." The hand that was originally caressing now began to press with measured force, strangle without intention, "As long as you are a dish on my plate, no one else will eat you, even if it's another Clyde, they all know that I'm the only one who doesn't like to share."