260 BUTTERFLIES AFLUTTER

WULFRIC glanced down at the soft, white hand touching his callused palm. All the bloodlust he felt just now immediately disappeared. Because his mind could only focus on this soft touch.

Before he could think properly, his hand was already moving until their fingers were clasped together tightly. With their palms touching like this, he could feel Aster's skin more freely. It was soft like cotton and smooth like silk. He actually wouldn't mind holding this hand for all eternity.

Yes, that wouldn't be bad at all.

Astrid was startled because of Wulfric's sudden move. He was just trying to disturb the other's thoughts because of the sudden atmosphere that surrounded Wulfric. It's like his bloodlust suddenly took shape and was slowly covering this small space. It was quite suffocating.