Chapter 9

At the same time as I drank the blood that my thirst was looking for, I felt the tightening of his hugs. Even my own body was trying to squeeze into his arms. Damn Zen, I don't know my own body anymore because of him.

It loves the presence of Zen's body that is tightly hugging me. Damn, I don't want to stop him.

I can't stop myself from drinking his blood. His blood is a goddamn affection. The hot flow of his blood from my lips to my throat is what makes my body even hotter. Even Zen's constant whispering of my name is what pushes me not to stop drinking his blood. God! This is madness. I can compare myself to a baby who has not had milk for a day.

I am damn thirsty. Does Zen feel the same way as he drinks my blood? His blood is a goddamn d***** for me.

"Claret." His right hand kept stroking my long hair as if telling me to continue drinking. When I noticed that there was blood that passed from my lips, I quickly ran my tongue so as not to waste the blood of