Slaves of the Moon: Hellbound Lovers

ntence but said. "Do not drag this joke o

! P

from the hole

He-he actually pulled the trigger? He had

stuck in her throat upon moving her ey

laring intensely at the golden-red eyes man in f

aladin's" deep voice reduced into a w

f habit she reached out to her face to touch her cheek. Since she was a child she had always felt a bitter-sweet warmth in her stomach when something…

s but that warmth… a soothing warm flame that would start by massaging the sensitive areas of her stomach, like a gentle sombre wind it was like…. Then slowly but surely it rose, tur

y sweet and sensitive nerve inside of her to a stimula

oling her body while it steadily pricked at her. She did not understand why

ir onto her fair, doing her best t

oke her away from her rev

the beta who he had snatched his pisto

e usually known for being loud but Oliviér's voice was low with an impeccably deep baritone. Such a tone sho

ta swa

what you did? You made yourself lose your work." He threw the pist

e scene anymore, you will not sack g

in". "My crime scene trumps whatever it is you think you are

avy boots stomping on the ground. Elizabeth was g

rom testing my

hand. Black thick claws had teared th

e me joy." Oliviér replied, a

adin" had raise

ned. He blinked, dropping his red eyes down at th

at stood in his way. Standing in front of him was a tiny female. Her hands, and figur

ite unsightly fallen down on her round meek face. Her glasses shielde

washing away the toxic one Oliviér had generated. The black claws slowly retracted, and those dark vei

p… Ba

head, and he heard her voice. "Ouch…. G

, with such a meek figure he never expected her to have such a snippy voice that remin

his hands forward and

proximity allowed him to catch a small sniff of th

s…. No, Good Morning? Not mornin

is chest and forcing its way out of his mouth. "It is fine, are y

afraid to formulat

ou are?" He gave his name, h

ak but another voice cut her off.

touched her. They roughly removed Sebastién's hands from her arms,

of Oliviér and out of habit t

ntion was carried by Sebast

s bitter as you to acquire such an assistant. She

, and what of your assistant again? Oh right she was sacked and beaten p

face fell at

"Pardon, Paladin but I and my ass

ead to look at Oliviér

ike blue eyes gazed up at him, mysti

on his palm. He could not kee

her cheek in-between his fingers, pinching her softly. "Of course we are my swee