RedNovelChapter 759: She cried out, her body shuddering. She tried to pull her hands free, but he caught them in one of his own, holding her fast, keeping her in place. He drank.
Ukrae-her blood. Heavens in hell.
He couldn't suppress the low purr rising from deep in his chest. His restless beast preened like a great feline, rubbing its head lazily against his ribs.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtDaemonikai closed his eyes again, savoring the ambrosia. Already, his body felt warmer where he had been cold. Stronger.
Emeriel moaned softly, her voice low and throaty. She shifted where she knelt, her hips rocking. Her musk broke out into the air like the sweetest scent. He didn't miss the slick sound when she moved, nor the glossy sheen beneath her legs where they were spread.
He reached underneath her to feel-and now he was growling. She was making a mess. Dripping like a leaky faucet.
So, he slid his finger into the source, making her gasp. She was drenched but had bectight again without a visit from his fat, hungry dick for so long. Still, he settled for stroking her with a single finger, gliding along her inner walls. Such smooth, velvety heat.
"Yes," she moaned, wobbly and drawn out. "You fillup so good." Dearling, it's only one finger. I haven't even begun to fill you. I wish I could. Fates, I really need to.
He kept drinking, kept stroking. Her body sang for him as he coaxed more of those sinful sounds from her throat.
Emeriel's breathing turned ragged. Her body trembled as her pleasure rose. He could feel her clenching around him, could hear the hitch in her voice as she tumbled over the edge with a sharp cry. Her legs shook where she knelt, hips pushing back against his hand even as he held her still.
The blood slowed, lessening to a trickle, but he didn't want to stop. He drank greedily, even as her cries grew louder from prolonged release—then softened as it waned. But when he heard the faintest sigh of discomfort, he knew he had to stop.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmReluctantly, he withdrew his fangs, his beast whining in regret as he licked the wound closed. No, they weren't full, but they were better-as if he had fed from eight feeders instead of just one. And only she could have done that.
"Sorry, dearling," Daemonikai murmured against her skin.
galnovs.☐☐☐ brings great stories With how sweet her blood tasted, he doubted he would ever feel truly full. If she were a bloodhost, he'd likely spend entire days overdrinking from her until it made him sick. It was probably a mercy she wasn't. He'd have a blood problem for certain.
She was still shaking, muscles soft and lax, her head lolling back to rest against his shoulder.
Daemonikai rose, lifting her, steadying her on her feet first and adjusting her stance. Then he slich one hand beneath her thigh, the other bracing her shoulder, hoisting her effortlessly. Settling back into the chair he had risen from, he adjusted her on his lap-partly to make her comfortable, partly to relieve the sharp pressure of his raging hard-on.
Her lashes fluttered heavily. Her expression was languid) saft. Then she smiled wide, foolish, dazed.
"Oh, you smell so good," she said, her words slurring. She hiccupped "Have I ever told you that?" High as the stars.
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