[Mature]
Perhaps he was on edge and anxious due to the dark energy coursing through his body, but he gave off a different vibe—like he was constantly on guard, as if an enemy would attack at any moment.
Despite the dim surroundings, I noticed the bags under his eyes. He was clearly exhausted, but his movements didn't falter or even pause. He continued kissing my chest like it was the sweetest he had ever tasted—sweeter than his favorite chocolates.
"How many days have passed?"
I gasped. The kisses became harder. He was biting me now, like a mad dog. His teeth stretched my skin, then he'd suck on it, before moving to the untouched, unbitten part.
I was barely holding my moans.
"I lost count," Claude answered in a muffled voice.
More heat rose into my cheeks. I felt like my face was about to explode. "Please, don't talk while you're chewing on my skin…" I said it calmly, but the rapid rise and fall of my chest betrayed my calm tone.
