9.9 Billion Bride

He is the emperor of the dark night—cruel and indifferent, rejecting the warmth of women's affection. He ensnared her, viewing her as the antidote to the love poison that coursed through him, instantly addicted, and henceforth, forever beyond redemption. "The women who have glimpsed my body have only one destiny," he declared, donning a refined silver-black mask, his smile sly. "Yet, I find your scent intriguing. You may choose the manner of your demise." Their first encounter saw him pinning her to the carpet. Though commonplace advances typically involved various kisses, he surprised her by biting her neck. The perplexing question lingered: Why was he, not a vampire, drinking her blood?! Upon their second meeting, she fell prey to his bodyguard's abduction, brought before him. As she teetered on the brink of total consumption, a mysterious factor within her body was triggered...

Mo Xiaotao · Geral

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1284 Chs

257: Her Pan-Fried Heart-Shaped Steak (8)

"Ah..." Tara Summer gasped, falling into the man's arms. She steadied herself against his chest, and as she looked up, she was met by his opaque, deeply expressive eyes, filled with desire.

Tara started, blurting out reflexively, "When did you wake up?"

The man kept silent, turning over to pin her down and whispering into her ear, "Do you know how easily men become impulsive at noon? Want to keep touching? Hm?"

He caught her small hand pressed against his chest. His handsome face was mysteriously alluring, the corners of his sensually thin lips tugging upward before he brought her hand up to his mouth to kiss it.

"I..." Tara was at a loss for words, her face flushed. Being caught red-handed on her first clandestine exploration of him was quite embarrassing, making her wish she could crawl into a hole and hide.

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