The Damned Demon

Passion ignited between them, fueled by the time spent apart - an eternity in their world. Asher's fingers wove themselves into Rowena's silky black hair, deepening the kiss further still, as if trying to erase every moment they were forced to spend apart.

Rowena's pale cheeks flushed, betraying the warmth that spread throughout her body at finally being able to have him back in her embrace, safe and sound.

Even if it wasn't long, she yet again realized how she can't stay alone for too long without her man.

A shiver ran down her spine, awakening dormant desires, as she breathed in the alluring scent of Asher's blood, potent and tantalizing. Unconsciously, her fangs threatened to extend, eager to taste what she craved most. Unable to help herself, she broke the kiss and left trails of kisses along his cheek, her fangs grazing his skin, mapping the veins that throbbed just beneath the surface before, finally, her fangs found their mark on his skin.

"Nngh…" Asher let out a soft groan of pleasure and subtle pain as her fangs dipped into his neck while he was a bit surprised by her act.

Usually, she would hesitate and ask his permission if she could drink his blood since she wouldn't want to force him into doing it or make herself seem like a woman who couldn't control her thirst.

But now, for her to crave his blood to this extent made him smile softly as he realized that she missed him that much.

Rowena drank greedily, savoring the sweet ambrosia that flowed freely from the vein. It was a heady experience, the combination of the exquisite flavor and the knowledge that it belonged to the man she loved more than anything else.

But Asher was not one to sit still.

With a featherlight caress, his fingertips danced upwards from her waist, tracing the contours of her slender frame until they reached the swell of her deep cleavage. Slowly, deliberately, he cupped her voluptuous bosom, causing a gasp to escape her lips as the sensation sent waves of pleasure coursing through her veins.

His thumb brushed against the fabric covering her round nipple, teasing it to hardness as her breathing grew ragged. Despite being preoccupied with quenching her thirst, Rowena found herself unable to resist the carnal desire that sparked within her at his touch. She arched her back slightly, pressing herself further into his hand, as if silently urging him to continue exploring her body even as she maintained her grip on his neck.

Asher obliged willingly, kneading her firm yet soft breast with just enough pressure to heighten her arousal.

He knew her well – too well – and understood precisely how to manipulate her responses. Each stroke brought forth another sigh, another shudder, until eventually, he slipped his hand beneath the fabric confining her curves, seeking direct contact with her sensitive skin.

Asher sighed in pleasure, not only from feeling his blood flowing into her warm mouth but also upon feeling her soft, heated mound of flesh in his palm and feeling her skin shiver under his touch was just icing on the cake.

He felt he should shower her with his love right here and now. But then he remembered how she got heavily injured, and even if she looked alright on the outside, she still needed some rest before getting back into top shape.

Asher's question that followed was tinged with skepticism, a logical mind grappling with the ethereal nature of myth, "When you say the essence of the Moon...how does it work actually? I mean...it's not like the Moon is a person, right? And the only way a bloodline can be passed down is through...sex or giving up their bloodforce. So I am a bit confused here," he admitted, his attempt to make sense of the mythical sounding less than convinced.

Rowena, momentarily taken aback by his blunt interpretation, cleared her throat as she said, "Like I said, it's just a myth. You don't have to believe every word of it. Some of it could be true, or all of it could be exaggerated, or maybe...we don't really know."

Asher nodded as he let out a loud sigh, "Haa…they can even see glimpses of the future. I can see why the werewolves see them like gods," Asher's brows furrowed as he remembered what Lupus and Luna talked about before they fought...something about him destroying the world.

At that time he couldn't think clearly. But now, he frowned as he wondered if there was also some stupid prophecy among demons that he was going to destroy them or something. Will these demons turn against him as well?

Such a thought made his heart clench tightly, especially when he thought of the people he loved. Would they kill him by believing they would be saving their world or would they stand by him no matter what kind of dumb prophecy spreads around?

He didn't even want to imagine such a scenario. But if the Moon Guardian wanted to, he could have spread rumors of such prophecy but he didn't.

This made him wonder what kind of plans that old monster was cooking.

"What are you thinking about? It doesn't seem like it's anything good," Rowena said upon observing his face that briefly turned somber.

Asher shook his head and smiled as he held her hand and softly kissed it, "I was wondering whether I should just let you be. But now that you enjoyed feeding on my blood, how about you let me make your night exciting to make up for the blood I lost?"

Rowena's cheeks flushed as she briefly looked away. No matter how many times she had seen him trying to shamelessly bully her in bed, she still couldn't get used to saying 'yes' with a straight face. It usually ended up with him sweeping her off her feet as if he was asking her just to make it seem like she agreed to it.

But then she suddenly remembered something that made her eyes narrow.

Asher was about to pull her up with a smirk.

But his brows raised when Rowena suddenly got up and stopped him with her hand on his chest, "I would love to compensate you. But before that, I want to confirm one important thing."

"Confirm what?" Asher was visibly taken aback, not expecting her to suddenly look serious.

"Is something going on between you and Naida? You trusted her enough to let her hold onto the key for a while and convinced me to bring her inside that room. I know you are not someone who easily trusts people."

'Oh fuck...' Asher winced on the inside as he wasn't expecting this bomb to drop now.

"I hope it's not an answer I don't want to hear," she asked, her gaze piercing while Asher's breath froze.