Chapter 673 - Leave A Hickey

Newest Chapter For Highest Tier (August 2021)

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Vampire King Apollyon

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"Do you want me as I want you now?"

"Yes, Apollyon." Small puffs of mist came out of her mouth as she breathed with parted lips. "I'm ready."

Short and sweet. 

She didn't say anything more.

The Empress of the Vampire Realm's beauty was unparalleled in every Realm he had visited.

She didn't own the most peerless face in this world, but her appearance was unique.

In addition to that, she was his mate, and he carried his heiress.

There was no one like her, including her personality, attitude, and how her brain operated.

Both of them might be immortals in this Realm, but… she wasn't perfect.

He wasn't, either.

She taught him how to be a little vulnerable.

His ultimate goal as the Vampire King was to discover everything her Empress was hiding from him. Luna and her secrets…

His chest tightened as he pursed his lips.

It irritated him that she had to be mysterious despite her promise, to be honest.

He couldn't pick up some of her thoughts that he was tempted to practice hiding from her too. Luna limited a few things that he could access through the mind link, but… well, it wasn't like she was lying to him again.

That was why she did it, was it?

She was a powerful Archdemon who had full control of her mind, and she couldn't help but be guarded.

It was a natural defence mechanism, and he understood.

Maybe, their freedom about how much they could access each other's mind link really had nothing to do with love and loyalty.

It was about preserving their own identity in the mating bond.

Sometimes, reserving the air of mystery can keep the flames of love burning for a long, long time.

Apollyon pushed her against the nearest trunk, and she stepped backwards, yelping in surprise.

She threw the branches above them a panicked glance, and he did the same.

He just remembered that Luna had set the top of the tree on fire as one of the methods to call on the Goddess of Dark Magic.

The orange cinders and ashes from the burnt leaves floated into the ethers along with the smoke rising into the dark heavens.

The fumes from the fire infiltrating his nostrils didn't bother him at all.

Hopefully, the Archangel of Nature and the Guardian of the entire Faerie Realm would attempt to rescue her ward and confront them so their power can overpower the Archangel and force her to lead them to the Garden of the Four Seasons herself.

Yet, that was wishful thinking on his part. 

Apollyon towered over her as he settled each of his arms at the side of her head. 

Eyes fluttering closed, Apollyon inhaled the scent of her blood deeply and drew it into his lungs before he exhaled.

How much more if her breasts were exposed in the night breeze, making it pucker in his direction as if they were begging to be kissed?

After years of Luna's disappearance, the smell of his mate's blood became linked with his most important memory.

It evoked the strong desire in him like an aphrodisiac.

Apollyon didn't want to admit this, but as the Vampire King, he had certain expectations of his woman.

After drinking his mate's blood, sexual congress usually followed.

He growled in anticipation as he heard the pulse of his heartbeat throbbing in his ears.

His mouth watered in unconscious response as he glanced at her breasts for the hundredth time.

Luna's skin was too pale that he could see every delicate vein on the side of her breasts, and he examined them with care.

He couldn't get enough of it.

Apollyon's claws moved behind her upper back so that she couldn't escape from his sensual onslaught.

He started lapping at droplets of blood trickling down her nipples.

His wife's moans aroused him by how seductive it sounded, turning his erection as hard as a diamond.

His tongue gave her one long lick before he murmured against her sensitive skin. "Tell me what else you want me to do with my mouth." 

Luna's slender fingers digging on his scalp halted from steering his nose unto her breast and pulling him back at her will. 

She stuttered in a rush, her voice unnaturally high-pitched. "You are already old enough to know what to do with your mouth, Apollyon." 

Apollyon pulled back and saw her frown, "I know what to do with my mouth, wife, but I want you to tell me what you want. I will be your slave tonight."

Apollyon stroked her nipples with the back of his hand, and she shivered from the contact.

He looked at her in the eye as one hand of his clutched the hem of her skirts and lifted them to touch her legs and caress her thigh.

Luna bit her lip to keep herself from moaning.

His other hand was occupied with playing with her right breast, pinching that nipple between his thumb and forefinger. "Do you want me to massage your slit with my mouth and make you come?"

His Empress blushed as red as a tomato. "I—"

Apollyon didn't wait for an answer due to his impatience. 

His lips returned to her mouth to cut her off--kissing, pecking, biting—all the while stroking her shoulders and arms.

Apollyon's mouth was gentle and firm on her lower lip, but he didn't only focus there.

His erotic kisses strayed to her neck, behind her ears and the side of her jaw.

Sometimes, he made little nips and bites here and there,  leaving red blotches that would last an hour just enough to let Ravin see his mark of ownership over the wife he claimed.

Like the Archdemon said, if a man really loved someone, he would be terribly bothered by another man putting love bites over his beloved's skin.

He shall put his fake love to the test.

Apollyon wished this would drive the Archdemon of Gluttony to mad jealousy like what he did to him.

It was time for the bastard to compensate for his rage with rage. 

"Wife. Show me where you want my hands." Apollyon finally pulled her undergarment and let it slid down her legs, dropping it to the ground. "You have to tell me, or I would let you suffer and stop this."