Chapter 230 - Misfortune and "No Conception"

The eerie fragrance clinging to me grew heavier, like an invisible summons, provoking his fangs to emerge four or five times. If this continued, I'd soon have two more bloody punctures. Each time his gaze lingered on my neck, it felt as though a cold breeze swept over my skin, raising goosebumps despite the warmth of the room. My fingers instinctively reached for the collar of my gown, pulling it tighter around my throat as if that small gesture could ward off the inevitable. The air thickened with peril, each breath seeming to taunt a lurking predator. His gaze pinned me in place, those crimson eyes blazing with unrestrained hunger, while I barely maintained my facade of composure. If I didn't douse his ardor, he'd only grow more audacious.