Chapter Forty
TRIGGER WARNING: SEXUAL CONTENT DEPICTED BELOW. BE WARNED!!!
Yuta's vision swam as he tossed and turned on the large bed, the sheets only made his body tingle. His fingers were clumsy as he grasped his cock, which was already hard and leaking.
He began to stroke, his grip tight, his movements desperate. But it wasn't enough.
Something was lacking. The pleasure was there, but it was hollow, a distant echo of what he truly craved and driving him mad.
He needed something. . . Naming what his body wanted was too shameful.
Then, his glazed eyes fell on the robe, hanging casually on the bed side, it was the same one Lord Elrien had worn the previous night.
A shiver ran down his spine as he crawled toward it, the scent of his demonic essence and something darker, more intoxicating filling his nostrils.
He picked it up, the fabric soft and strange against his skin, and brought it to his face, inhaling deeply.
