RedNovelChapter 757: Emeriel's lips thinned.
"The Mage King suggested we use magic to find him," Daemonikai went on. "He can weave the spell... but it would requireto be paralyzed for a full month." Emeriel was already shaking her head before he finished.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"I said no," he told her. "I will not be crippled and bedridden while enemies roam free in my kingdom." Daemonikai reached out, smoothing a stray strand of her hair back to join the others. "So I will stick with the plan I have." His fingers lingered a heartbeat longer than necessary. “Find Zaiper first. Once I have him, finding the sorcerer will be simple." "I agree." Emeriel's long lashes lowered, shadowing her gaze. "So, I've been thinking..." When she lifted her eyes again, there was resolve in them. "I wish to feed you properly." He opened his mouth, but she held up a hand.
"Hearout," she said. "I hate knowing you're starving. That you aren't feeding as you should. I am your Soulbond, Daemon. Three years ago, my blood saved your..." "Life. Dark magic or not, that truth remains. My blood still means something—because I am yours. With or without our bond, that doesn't change.” In the past, he would have refused outright, without question. He hadn't forgotten the healers' warnings-that taking blood from her at an advanced stage could cause her discomfort. But what he'd neglected to remember was the rest of their counsel. If she found it comfortable, if she chose it, then it was not only safe but vital. "I've been taking plenty of vegetables,” she said, smiling faintly. “And the safe herbal concoctions the healers prepared for blood fortification. I can do this." And gods help him, he wanted to.
He craved her blood with a hunger that was an ache in his fangs. He missed it. Missed her-the rich, potent taste of her sliding down his throat instead of the teasing sip or two he'd allowed himself these past months.
His throat worked around a hoarse word. "Alright." Discover more content at galnovShe blinked, clearly surprised. But she recovered quickly. "Good. How do you want me?" On your back, on your knees, bent over the edge of the bed, standing against the wall-gods, Emeriel. I'll take you any way you'll let me.
Fuck, his dick was doing the thinking instead of his fangs.
These days, he tried not to stare when she walked by-tried not to watch the sway of her hips, the bounce of her breasts in her loose dresses, her wobbling ass. He averted his eyes when she beamed. Looked away when she flushed or was being shy. Tried not to look too hard when she was wearing nightclothes, or anything at all, really.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmSuffice it to say everything about her turned him on. Daemonikai was in a perpetual state of arousal around her. It was more torture than being hung upside down and branded with scalding iron.
He wanted to throw her legs over his then shoulders and pound her into the e mattress
You can't do that to her in this condition, his rational mind reminded him Damn. Fuck. That was right. But shit, he still wanted to have her.
Daemonikai had once scoffed at drunken lords who jested about m needing intercourse so badly that they begged to just put in the tip.
He'd thought them pathetic fools. But now, he totally understood.
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