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Hello! Please check out my new book The tears of a prince. It's another fantasy bl! I'm sure you will love it. Thank you!

TW: sexual content kind of rough

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Pain was not always something bad. Pain wasn't always caused by someone you hated or someone who intended to hurt you. Pain could be pleasure and Mark loved it. The sensation, the thill. The way his body shivered underneath his touch, the red scratches his fangs would leave on his neck. He had been thrown on the bed, his head pushed back, his neck exposed for the demon to devour. 

Mark was breathing heavily, he had wrapped his legs around Asmodeus' waist and was tightening his grip while his lips traced downwards. He ripped his shirt, the sound of the fabric being teared echoing in the silent room and his hot lips wrapped around his nipple. He bit hard and Mark exhaled, feeling the air leave his lungs. It hurt but the pain was too sweet to make him sad.