Chapter 233: Give me proper answer

As Vlad took off his warm, high-necked T-shirt, revealing his perfectly sculpted physique and a strong masculine fragrance mixed with chocolaty sweetness, Seraphina completely lost whatever control she had over her instincts.

She didn’t even seem flustered by seeing Vlad half-naked, something that would have definitely caused her nosebleeds on any other occasion. It was as if her mind had turned completely blank, lost to his powerful scent.

She didn’t know whether it was because she was deeply attracted to this man or because her vampire instincts were driving her crazy. She just wanted to suck him dry.

Without any restraint for her noble dignity, she jumped onto him like a cat, wrapping her legs around his waist and placing her hands on his warm, muscular shoulders.

Vlad supported her light but incredibly soft frame by placing his hand beneath her lower thighs. His fingers immediately dug into her soft, jade-like skin. He could feel the heat of her burning body through the thin, pink-colored nightgown.

She parted her lips and was about to sink her sharp fangs into his skin when he suddenly grabbed her head, stopping her just inches away as he remembered something urgent.

"Anng... B-blood... gimme B-blood," she whimpered, squirming in his arms, her voice pleading.

"Please hold on for a moment, Sera," he whispered in a warm tone, but she was in no condition to hear or understand him. Her sharp nails scratched his back in an attempt to set herself free.

Vlad’s brows twitched slightly as numerous scratches appeared across his back, but he ignored them. ’Ren, would there be a problem if Seraphina drinks my blood now that my blood has turned draconic?’ he asked inwardly.

It would be a disaster if his awakened blood didn’t contain the same properties that connected him with her.

[The core characteristics of Host’s blood that were used to form the mutual bond with the Vampire are still the same. Seraphina Cendral can safely drink the blood of Host.]

The moment Vlad read the display, he immediately let go of Seraphina’s head.

’What do you mean by mutual bo—’ His words stopped mid-sentence as Seraphina sank her fangs into the skin of his neck.

Once she had punctured the skin, she tightly sealed the area with her soft lips and began sucking.

Her eyes immediately widened as she tasted something definitely different in his blood. It had become richer, stronger, and... undeniably delicious.

Vlad decided to ask Ren about the strange use of words later, a warm smile forming on his lips. He carefully moved toward her bed, making sure not to disturb her while she was having her meal.

He leaned against the headboard, his legs stretching forward. Seraphina sat on his lap, her arms tightly wrapped around his neck as she finally stopped scratching his back.

Her full mounds pressed against his bare chest, making the sensation all the more intense. He could do nothing but sit there with a flushed face and lowered eyes.

With one hand, he gently patted her head while his other hand rested on her slender waist.

She parted her lips a few seconds later, her face reaching parallel to his. From up close, her serene face made Vlad release a low gasp. The pink hue of her milky skin, her gem-like pink eyes, cute little nose, and plump lips, still red with his blood, made her look no less than a goddess.

"Your blood is so strong and delicious," Seraphina murmured, every syllable laced with shyness. She had somewhat regained her sanity, her nails returning to their normal size and her pupils becoming round once again. Her fangs were still sharp, though.

"I think I might be able to obtain enough mana to become a five-ring mage just by drinking your blood alone. Thank you for the meal," she said, giving him a warm smile while tilting her head.

She was about to get off him when he grabbed her by the back of her head and pressed her lips against the hole in his neck again, where a deep hickey had formed.

"No need to starve yourself," he muttered in a nagging tone. "I know you didn’t even have half your fill."

"B-but you will feel weakened," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Don’t underestimate me so much," Vlad retorted, rolling his eyes. "Think about yourself more. You must have remained so short because you didn’t take your nutrition properly."

She wanted to say that she wasn’t short, but that he was just ridiculously tall. However, she didn’t want to argue with him. Not now. Not ever.

The care hidden beneath his sarcasm was already melting her heart. Now that he was giving her such freedom, she decided not to be so courteous anymore. Her lips pressed against the hole in his neck again.

The low, wet sound of her lips sucking against his skin echoed through the otherwise silent room. Even though Vlad’s blood was being drained, instead of feeling weak, all he felt was energy rushing into every part of his body because of how close this breathtaking girl was to him.

This wasn’t the first time she had sat on his lap or hugged him, yet he couldn’t help but feel conscious of her every touch. The heat of her soft rear pressing against his thighs, her slender fingers tracing his bare back, and her wet lips touching his skin were driving him crazy. His eyelids were growing heavy, his crimson eyes losing focus as an unfamiliar feeling surged deep within him.

He moved both arms around Seraphina, hugging her tightly. He wanted to breathe in more of her rosy fragrance.

Seraphina squirmed from his sudden hug, but she didn’t mind it at all. On the contrary, her heart felt so full of happiness that she felt as though she were on cloud nine.

After a few minutes, Vlad felt his blood stop being sucked. However... Seraphina’s lips still hadn’t left his skin.

When she parted her lips, she pressed them against a different part of his neck and sucked there.

She was no longer drinking his blood.

She was just kissing him.

Her face moved upward, reaching parallel to Vlad’s. She cupped his cheeks between her hands and whispered in a low tone, "You still haven’t given me a proper answer to my confession."