A soft groan came from deep in his chest as his mouth devoured her sex.
Belle arched her backs, as she cried out, unable to hold it in anymore. Unintentionally, she pushed herself to him, her body seemingly not satisfied with what she was being given.
"Ki—Kione, oh," Belle gripped the sheets beside her. Her breast was beginning to feel heavy and achy; that funny feeling in her belly seemed to be moving lower.
"It is the most you have uttered my name in a day without any title." He smiled a boyish grin. "I like it."
Kione chuckled softly before continuing his assault on her intimate part. His fangs grazed and pierced her thick fold, and he drank blood from there.
After a while he returned to her flowers again. But all too quickly he stopped, and a feeling of disappointment washed over her face.
