Clementine wanted to drink his blood.
She licked his neck again, making him tremble once more. He couldn't understand why, but at the same time, he also couldn't bring himself to deny her. He felt like it was her claim to drink his blood; her privilege to devour him. Literally!
Every lick made his heart beat faster. The sensation of her warm saliva made his embrace firmer! The heat of her body, the softness of her flesh pressing against him, and the warmth of her steamy breath—He breathed hard.
It was pleasurable!
The atmosphere had changed too fast, too abruptly for his mind to keep up with it. Also, after all the battles he had gone through over the day, Aezaleon too needed something to relieve him of his fatigue and his pent-up lust.
The more Clementine licked him, the darker his gaze became. It had only been thirty seconds, but his throat was already dry. With a flat gaze, Aezaleon simply watched her flawless face.
