NovelFastChapter 805: With the sweet taste of her blood, he doubted he would ever feel truly sated. If she were his blood host, he'd probably spend entire days drinking from her until her blood ached. It was probably a good thing she wasn't. He'd definitely have a blood problem.
She was still trembling, her muscles soft and limp, her head tilted back to rest against his shoulder.
Daemonikai stood, adjusting her first, shifting her posture with care. Then he slipped one hand beneath her thigh, the other at her shoulder, lifting her effortlessly. Settling back into the chair he had left moments earlier, he cradled her in his lap-partly to keep her comfortable, partly to relieve the pressure of his erection. Her lashes fluttered, heavy with fatigue. Her expression was languid and tender.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtAnd then she smiled-wide, dazed, and utterly blissful.
"Oh, you smell so good,” she slurred, then hiccupped.
"Have I ever told you that?" High as the stars.
Daemonikai chuckled softly.
"And you feel amazing," she added, her voice growing more dreamy by the second. "You have no idea how hard it's been... spending all these months alone without the taste of your manhood." And there went her filter. Gone completely.
Good to know it wasn't just jealousy that loosened her tongue.
"Has it really been that hard?" he asked, curiosity slipping in despite himself.
"It's really hard,” she confessed, leaning in slightly. “I'll tell you a secret... but you can't share it with my beloved." He raised a brow. "Tell me." Uncover new worlds at g alnov els "Sometimes, in the dark of night, when he's not around... I spread my thighs and touch myself." Another hiccup. "I pretend it's him." Those images... Hell on a train. Heaven on a blade.
Her smile was sweet and dreamy. "I imagine they're his fingers, and it feels so good to slide them in and pretend it's him." Daemonikai cursed under his breath.
This was cruelty. Pure, unfiltered cruelty.
And it was glorious.
Pleasure tingled up his spine as his throbbing cock rubbed against her side. When had his hips started En moving?
"And his penis..." she giggled, covering her mouth as if she'd said as something scandalous. “That word is En so funny. Dick. Dick. Dick." He let out a sound that might have been a growl. "What about his dick?" He needed to hear the rest.
"Oh, it feels... AMAZING." She spelled the word out slowly, her closed eyes shifting as if she could see the image perfectly in her mind. to access chapters of early and in the highest quality.
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