The third time he tasted her blood, the fishy sweetness fell into his stomach. Suddenly, he felt the warmth in his stomach rising again, starting to rise, filling his entire stomach. The faint warmth seemed to spread all over him.
The trend of diffusion.
There was never a time when he bit her intentionally, but she was so sweet that he couldn't help but control her strength every time.
He didn't want her blood to go to waste, so he swallowed it without thinking.
He doesn't care about other people's opinions. It has become a habit to go his own way anyway.
He likes the feeling of her blood staying in his body. That way, he will feel closer to her, and that way, he will feel that he is not so far away from her.
Her blood was unexpectedly able to melt into his cold body. Even if she swallowed a pitifully small amount each time, it could only give him a little bit of warmth, but it would make him without the warmth of a woman on a full moon night.
You can get through it by 'warming up' your body.
His kisses became heavier and heavier, and the devouring suffocating pressure made her breathless.
The inexplicable cold aura, coming from the natural evil pressure on him, gave her the illusion that she was about to be destroyed by him and fall into hell with him!
The black shadow teleported, and the next second she felt herself falling on the bed, and his lean body pressed up against her.
His kiss moved to her earlobes, her slender white neck, and then to her chest, through her clothes...
The smell of wine in the room was strong, and there was a slight smoke that made people drunk.
The stars of the candlelight twinkled.
There were circles of water stains on her chest from his wet kiss.
"Jingyun..." His voice was hoarse with desire, and his big palms groped her body wantonly, and the force he touched was heavy and full of love.
His big palm reached under her skirt, and his hand trembled a little with excitement, as if he wanted to tear her panties apart. She reached out and gently stroked the cold mask on his left cheek, and parted her lips, "Tenderly
Just a little bit, okay?"
Her voice was not as cold and cold as usual, but a kind of soft and tender voice, as tender as water mixed with a bit of sensibility.
Hearing this, he thought in his heart, "I'm afraid even the gods can't refuse your request at this moment. Besides..." He sucked her lips again, "I am an evil demon in hell..."
His movements were much gentler, and he kissed her soft and delicate body, which made his heart and soul tremble.
Her lips were so sweet! They were so delicate and fragrant that he couldn't get enough of kissing her.
He opened his blood-colored pupils and looked at her beautiful eyelids clearly, watching her bright pupils open at first and then slowly closing.
He couldn't tell if she was enjoying his kiss, he only knew that he wanted more, more, more!
His big palm quietly reached into her skirt, tentatively...
Although there have been countless women in the past, there has never been any woman whose skin is as delicate and smooth as hers, as smooth as gelatin, and so tender that you can squeeze water out of it.
Her waist is so thin, so thin that it seems to be about to break, and it is too small to hold. Her breasts are very substantial. As expected, just like her, she is a woman that men cannot grasp with one hand.
Joy grew from his heart, which had been immersed in darkness for a long time. This was the first time that she did not refuse his kiss.
It was also the first time that she did not refuse his touch.
His kiss couldn't help but be gentle, with a rare tenderness.
The force of his palms was as gentle as possible, wanting to cherish her. Perhaps because he loved her too much, he wanted to crush her, want to ravage her, and ravage her.
