Blood Count

"I wonder what your blood tastes like." Del raised one corner of his lips, thinking about her graceful figure and strange impulse. Mia wore a dark short skirt and stood condescendingly in front of Del, showing her sharp little tiger teeth: "You are mine." Del let out a muffled laugh, turned over and held the girl's waist, which was barely a handhold away. His thin lips pressed against her white neck, gently nibbling her neck, and stuck out his tongue to give it a playful tease. Mia shook slightly and ordered: "Let go." "My princess, I really want to swallow you in one gulp." Del closed his eyes, locked her tightly in his arms, and breathed in the air with her breath intoxicated. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.