11 DON'T BLAME ME

He knew he was only healing her but, the ecstasy for him was overwhelming. As he traced her fingers over her skin, which was cold at touch, feelings apart from that of sympathy swirled up in him. He breathed in her scent as his hand wraps around her right thigh, 'This is so intoxicating, she is intoxicating.' It was though he was getting drunk on her, he desired more and more of her just like an alcoholic craves for more of the drink until he passes out his own limits of imbibing down any more pitches of the bottle.

'Her skin is so fragile and cleansed, spotless. Oh how I would love to ruin it.' He didn't know in the imminent moment what had taken over him. He was otherwise, a man of refined virtues, of unshakable disciples and one who didn't lunge at females for his own carnal passion. In fact, it was always the other way round. But this was something out of the ordinary for him, he couldn't simply perceive how he could feel so on the edge.

He somehow manages to hold back his compelling arousing libido as he focusses back on his initial aim of healing her.

It was almost done, but he had decided to not heal her entirely. That would have consumed a lot of his own energy, and he didn't know as of yet if she was worth sparing it on.

Her eyes were squinted in a blend of agony and probably sensuality, she was preoccupied in the torment, so she wouldn't witness the azure glow flaring from the tips of his fingers that coursed every inch of her body.

'I would not want to risk my identity.' He glances at her again, and finds her biting on her bottom lip. 'Is it that painful? Taking into consideration the height of the ditch, perhaps she was more damaged than he had calculated. He suppresses his playful and entertaining emotions and quickens his movements to bring about better relief to the suffering being.

While he moves on to the finishing touches, his nose twitches suddenly as a luscious smell fills his senses. His eyes immediately follow the scent and on acquiring the source of the beguiling aroma, he loses his self-restraint.

He, for some reason, was unable to curb his urges to lean into her, the blood sprawling from bottom lip leads him into a trance-like state. 'I can't hold back....' he gulps striving his best to control himself but for some reason all his efforts cease to matter.

"Don't blame me for what happens next."

And what happened next went without saying. With that being said, Yue's eyes fail to follow his inconceivable speed before he grabs her wrists in a swift motion, placing them right above her head. Her eyes widen at the unanticipated unethical acts of his.

"Woah-"

Before she could reprimand him for his aforementioned actions, his mouth lands on her lips, his lips are soft and mushy at touch, and her eyes widened beyond belief. He crashed his mouth on hers and a single lick made him entirely lose his eternity of discipline for the first time in a long time.

His lips press against hers forcefully, moving at a startling fast pace. He practically crushesd her against the bed, his body now rested between her spread legs as he kissed her hungrily.

The low groan that came from the back of his throat stirs something in Yue.

But the thing was, he wasn't kissing her.

Her blood for him was exceptional, out of the common. It was sweet at the first lick, the saccharine liquid diffused into his mouth. He commenced sucking on the minute cut further, and the more he consumed the less it seemed.

His satiety couldn't seem to be satisfied. The liquid suffuses in his mouth, the taste-buds on his tongue light up with exhilaration. He still keeps sucking on her lip, no matter how much he strives to push himself away, he just couldn't stop. It was an addictive element for him and it was far from easy to cease in his actions now.

At this rate, instead of the indigenous objective of healing her, he knew he would end up being the cause of her death.