Yuqiongyin

"Your Majesty, such a precious ring..."

Seeing that Lucas wanted to refuse, Sylvalia stood up and wanted to leave, but suddenly she felt a pain in her heart and a strong desire to suck blood surged up.

Sylvaria covered her heart with her hands, beads of sweat appeared on her forehead. She was trembling slightly, and each breath seemed particularly heavy.

Counting the days, it is the full moon night of the month again, and that familiar heartache is about to come again.

As a pure-blooded vampire, she has no heart, but can feel an indescribable heartache.

Every full-moon night, she had to endure this piercing pain, as if thousands of ants were gnawing at her heart. This feeling made her feel confused and helpless, as if it was a mockery of her identity.

This body has been sleeping for too long and has not absorbed enough human blood for a long time, causing her body to become extremely weak today.

She tried to press her hands against her heart, hoping to relieve some of the pain, but to no avail.

The pain came like a tide, drowning her and leaving her unable to escape.

As time went on, the pain intensified, her body began to tremble, and she fell to the ground.

Just when her consciousness was about to fade, she smelled a strong scent of blood. Her eyes suddenly became redder and her fangs looked even sharper under the moonlight.

Sylva turned around and saw Lucas reopening the wound on his palm that was almost healed. The smell of blood filled the air, making it difficult for her to control herself.

She knew that she was on the verge of losing control and it would be best to keep her distance from this fragile human.

However, the sweet scent of blood lingered around her, constantly tempting her.

At this moment, the only vampire in the room, Sylvaria, was the one who was most affected. She could not resist the tempting aroma and couldn't help wanting to taste the blood flowing in his palm.

Her reason was gradually swallowed up by desire, and her inner struggle became more intense.

Sylva Lia resisted the urge, waved away his hand, and growled, "Go away! If I can't control myself, you will get hurt."

She tried to use the last bit of her rationality to remind him, hoping that he could stay away from danger. But at the same time, she knew that her strength was gradually weakening, and she was afraid that she would not be able to resist the impact of blood desire.

But Lucas looked at her firmly, his eyes full of trust and tenderness.

He said softly: "Your Majesty, I believe in you, so you don't have to be patient."

The moment Sylvalia was stunned, Lucas had already put his palm on her lips, and the scent of blood hit her face.

She subconsciously wanted to open her mouth and bite his palm, but for some reason, she hesitated at the last moment, and finally licked the wound on his palm gently with the tip of her tongue.

Vampire saliva has the power of healing, and soon, the wound on Lucas' palm was left with only a faint scar.

"It's instinct for vampires to chase human blood. But I like you and don't want you to get hurt because I lose control. You're too fragile." Sylvaria said softly, with a hint of helplessness and heartache in her voice.

Lucas knelt on one knee in front of her and looked at Sylvaria with a hint of tenderness and doting in his eyes.

The vampires have always lived on blood, chasing after human blood, enjoying killing and pleasure. However, even though Sylvaria was about to lose control, she did not hurt him.

He reached out and gently stroked Sylva's cheek, feeling her cold and soft skin. His eyes became more gentle, as if he wanted to melt her into them.

"Your Majesty, it's okay to drink some now." He hugged Sylvaria and whispered, "She has almost recovered in the past few days, and I believe in Your Majesty."

Sylvalia's heart still hurt, and she couldn't help but grab Lucas' hand, feeling his warmth.

She knew that she could no longer resist her desire to drink blood.

Now she was hugged, with Lucas' fragile neck right next to her mouth. If she bit it gently, the sharp fangs would pierce the skin and penetrate into the blood vessels.

"It's okay to drink a little."

Lucas stroked her silver hair with his hand, and with the corner of his eye he spotted Sylvaria's exposed fangs and moved in that direction.

"Um…"

The fangs pierced his skin, and a tingling sensation spread throughout his body. Lucas could not feel any pain at all now, and just comforted the vampire in his arms.

Sylvaria drank the incredibly sweet blood once again and was intoxicated by it.

Slowly regaining her senses, Sylva licked her lips reluctantly, and seeing the two bloody holes on his neck, she used her tongue to lick the blood off the wounds, leaving only two small scars.

"Thanks a lot."

Sylvalia kissed him on the lips in thanks.

Her action really surprised Lucas, and the smile on his face became wider. He pushed her down on the carpet and gently touched her long hair.

"Your Majesty, can I ask for a reward? This kiss is not enough..."

Sylvalia nodded, expecting him to respond by nibbling her neck with his teeth as she had done, but when he suddenly moved closer, she realized that things might not be so simple.

As the distance shortened, their breaths gradually intertwined, and Sylvaria felt a wave of heat blowing against her face.

His lips slowly moved down, bringing a warm breath and gently touching her skin, bringing a gentle touch.

However, it wasn't the nibble she had imagined, but a gentle kiss.

Unlike her kiss of gratitude, Sylvalia's body stiffened instantly and her mind went blank.

Lucas's movements were gentle and slow, as he immersed himself in enjoying the intimate contact of this moment.

His hand gently wrapped around her waist, giving her an inexplicable sense of security while also making it impossible for her to escape; the other hand gently stroked her long hair, his fingertips sliding through her hair, bringing her a sense of comfort and relaxation.

The tip of his tongue gently licked the corner of her lips, causing her to open her mouth involuntarily. His passion gradually increased and the kiss became more and more passionate, as if he wanted to completely absorb her into his arms.

His eyes were focused and devoted, with all his attention on her. His expression was full of tenderness and love, and his eyes revealed a deep fascination, as if he had seen the most precious treasure in the world.

This kiss was warm, aggressive and long, making people indulge in it and unable to extricate themselves.

When it was over, the man pecked the corner of her lips lightly, and his low voice was full of desire and tenderness: "Thank you, Your Majesty..."

However, Sylvaria, who was lying on the ground, did not seem to fully understand the meaning behind his action. She just touched her lips blankly, widened her charming peach blossom eyes, and stared at the man in front of her.

"Your Majesty," Lucas picked her up gently, with a faint smile on his lips and a hint of doting in his tone, "I can't bear to bite you, so I have to reward myself in another way."

He said it so matter-of-factly and without any shame, as if this behavior was the most natural thing for him.

Sylva turned her head away and didn't want to look at him, the cunning human. Considering that he had just helped her, she didn't bother with him.

"I will take your majesty back to his room to rest."

"Ah."