Chapter 568 The Little Blood Servant of the Vampire Duke 12
He could remember how violently the blood vessels beat under the skin of that slender neck.
Especially when she is emotional or scared.
The taste of blood will become sweeter.
A bloodthirsty impulse suddenly surged in Avis' calm heart.
I want to tear open the unsightly collar, expose her beautiful neck, and then bite it to absorb her sweetness.
"How interesting."
It was just a piece of clothing, but it actually aroused the violent and bloodthirsty impulse in his bones after a long absence.
Perhaps his thoughts were too strong, and the little blood servant instinctively felt afraid and shrank away from him.
Avis glanced at her, pushed her back with one hand, and covered her with the other hand.
After a while, the little blood servant forgot his original fear and could only follow his rhythm helplessly.
"Jiaojiao is so good."
He glanced at her pink little ears and her milky pink earlobes, which looked so tactile.
I just don’t know what it feels like when I rub it.
Follow your heart.
He changed his hand and touched his earlobe.
The little blood servant subconsciously turned his head and shrank.
Helplessly, my earlobe was gently pinched by the man and I couldn't hide away.
But the gloves the man wore were a bit rough for his delicate earlobes.
The little blood servant seemed to be very uncomfortable, and the red color on his face faded a little.
But when he rubbed it through his gloves, Ives didn't get the feeling he imagined.
So he let go of the little blood servant, took off his gloves, and touched his earlobe again.
This time he touched the soft and waxy earlobe.
Like its owner, it is soft and delicate.
Perhaps because his fingers were slightly cold, the owner of the earlobe trembled.
"Sir~"
"Um?"
He knew what the little blood servant wanted to say, but he was evil-minded and refused to look away.
Not only did he rub her earlobes, his thumbs also rubbed back and forth along the auricles.
His fingers were slightly cold, but her ears felt hot from rubbing them.
The collision of ice and fire always creates a heart-stopping sensation.
The red color on the little blood servant's face gradually returned.
What would it look like if her eyes were not blindfolded at this moment?
Ives could hardly imagine it.
While undoing the clasps one by one.
The process was slow, but Ives enjoyed it.
He seemed to be savoring a delicious dinner, starting with the appetizers and eating them bit by bit, slowly and elegantly waiting for the first course to arrive.
Then, swallow it in one bite.
At this moment, the first dish was placed in front of him.
Elvis leaned forward and lightly pressed his lips on the fragile but beautiful neck.
The little blood servant hummed unconsciously.
It was as if he was afraid to dodge, but subconsciously relied on him to stick to him.
Helplessly, he shouted "Mr. Campbell" in that soft voice.
This cry deeply touched Ives's heart.
He used his ungloved hand to gently lift her chin.
It slowly slid down along the neckline and covered the beating blood vessels.
"Good girl, call me again."
"Campbell..."
Before the word "sir" could be uttered, the little blood servant's neck was bitten.
The man was very gentle at first.
But today's little blood servant is so delicious.
It rarely aroused his interest, so much so that his blood boiled.
So he couldn't control himself and his actions became rough.
The pain from his neck made the little blood servant hold his head up helplessly, his body trembled slightly, and he could hardly stand.
She couldn't help but lean forward, and her fall was stopped by the rope.
Elvis followed her and leaned forward, placing one hand across her waist and lifting her chin with the other, pressing her against him, holding her head up so that he could continue eating.
In this powerful and irresistible posture, the little blood servant is like a pitiful little animal that can only be eaten clean by wild beasts.
