Chapter 1170: The Vampire Prince’s Blood Slave (48)

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His breathing grew heavier, and the power in his arms grew in strength.

Bai Weiwei didn’t have any room to resist. Suddenly, she was flipped over and pressed against the desk.

The fabric of her nightgown was too smooth, and the straps slipped down to her shoulders.

Several beads of blood sluggishly flowed from the wound on her neck to her white collarbone.

Red blood and white skin.

Together, forming a kind of indescribable beauty.

Arthur’s blood eyes were tinged with a layer of light, his desire growing more obvious.

He lowered his head to lap at her skin, licking away all the blood.

Bai Weiwei just thought he didn’t want to waste any of her blood.

But when the blood was all licked away, she found that he didn’t stop his wanton behavior at all.

His fingers tore her nightgown away.

She hastily covered her chest. “What are you doing?”

Her robe had been pulled down to her waist.

Arthur looked down at her, his silver hair falling to rest on her body.

Silver threads, coiling around her skin.

The imagery brought about a moving undertone.

He pursed his thin lips, his expression no longer that easy gentleness.

Instead, an irrepressible urge surfaced in his eyes.

He caught a lock of hair and kissed it in pleasure. Then he smiled and answered, “Punishing you. In bed, call me by my name.”

This shameless…

Bai Weiwei’s face stiffened.

Then she turned her face away, revealing her fragile neck and breathing rapidly.

She was so tense that she was trembling as she asked, “Can you not do this kind of thing?”

Arthur’s pupils darkened. He tugged hard on her hair and watched her frown and endure the pain.

“Do you hate me that much?”

He had been gentle to her for one week.

She should feel grateful and be deeply in love with him.

After all, letting a Blood Kin prince treat you so gently–

No female human could resist.

Bai Weiwei bit her lips. With a face of unwillingness, she denied, “I’m cold.”

Arthur’s eyes lowered in contemplation. Cold?

Bai Weiwei: “Very cold.”

Arthur was silent for half a second. Then with a wave of his hand, a force appeared out of nowhere and shut all the doors and windows.

Then he took off his black and gold outer coat, covered her body, and hugged her.

He bent over, his body sticking closer to hers. “Still cold?”

Bai Weiwei seemed to have not expected him to go to this degree.

She blankly looked up at him.

He leaned down, maintaining his position above her.

He had a handsome and pale countenance, with blood-colored eyes resembling gemstones that carried a dizzying charm to them.

His expression was inconceivably gentle.

Bai Weiwei, bewitched by him, answered softly, “Not cold.”

Arthur smiled, and twisted desire finally surfaced within his gaze.

He swiped his tongue over his lips.

This action destroyed the gentleness he had deliberately shown in his face.

Then he nimbly tore open his shirt collar, causing several buttons to fly off.

“It doesn’t matter even if you’re cold, I’ll make you warm. I’ve endured for a week; you should satisfy me too.”

During this week, the torment of his appetite was one thing.

But even more so, his mind was filled with that moonlit scene, his wanton entanglement with her.

It crazily took root within his mind.

Each day he looked at her, his ice-cold body couldn’t help heating up.

To make a high-ranking Blood Kin warm up was an extremely difficult task.

But his little blood slave was very amazing. She didn’t have to do anything.

Even if she wore the most conservative clothes, and obediently sat there reading and writing, he could not stop his urge to tear her apart and swallow her up.