My Most Precious Human

Chapter 75

Sariel held my hand the entire time while we were on our way back to the castle. He stayed silent and

seemed to be deep in thoughts. I smiled at him every time our eyes met, and then he briefly smiled

back at me, but I could see his mind was elsewhere. I felt that something was bothering him, something

he was keeping from me. I began to wonder what he and the Princess talked about in private. I had a

feeling that whatever happened between them in private made was the reason for Sariel's current

restlessness.

“If I may… Master…” Leo started hesitantly, “Count Desai will probably visit the castle shortly,

demanding an explanation for his eldest son's death.” NôvelDrama.Org © 2024.

“I'm aware of that,” Sariel sighed, his frowning face showing concern, “Faris Desai is an intelligent man.

He will understand why his son had to be punished.”

“I will prepare everything to receive him well,” Leo claimed.

I glanced at Sariel worryingly, “I've caused trouble for you. I should have kept my mouth-“

“You did nothing wrong. On the contrary, your presence helped me a lot, and everything that happened

was beneficial to me in political terms,” he said with a lopsided smile.

“You fought because of me…” I muttered, “You could have got hurt…”

Sariel chuckled, “None of the noble vampires I know could ever be my match…” he leaned over and

whispered to my ear, “and thanks to your blood, I become stronger each day.”

“But Aryan Desai tasted my blood as well… I was scared that-“

Sariel interrupted me with a kiss. He grabbed the back of my head, making sure I wouldn't escape his

lips, and let me sink in passion. When he stopped, allowing me to catch my breath, he gazed at me

intensively.

“Don't ever mention other men in front of me,” he stated strongly, “and if anyone else ever tries to taste

a drop of your blood, he will lose his head, just like that bastard.”

My stupid fluttering heart forced my lips to form a shy smile. Sariel's possessiveness only increased my

heartbeat, proving that I enjoyed his jealousy. I wasn't sure when it had happened, but I realized I could

give up on my freedom if he decided to lock me in his arms for eternity.

Once we arrived at the castle, Sariel got me out of the car and hurriedly went inside, pulling me behind

him. I didn't resist, I only tried to keep up with his pace as he led me to his bedroom. He pushed me

inside and then locked the door behind us.

His eyes were filled with desire as he approached me. He looked me up and down, then turned me

around and slowly unzipped my dress. His fingers grazed the naked skin around my spine, making me

shiver. Once my dress fell on the floor, he unfastened my bra and slipped down my panties.

"Turn around," he commanded.

Although he had seen me naked, I was still embarrassed. The room was fully lit, and it felt different

from lying in bed when I could cover myself in sheets. My heart was pounding chaotically, but I

mustered my courage and slowly turned to face him. I looked at him, fighting my awkwardness. He

smirked, his eyes enjoying each part of my body. He dropped his soaked-in-blood jacket onto the floor.

"Take off my shirt," he said.

I stepped closer and started unbuttoning his shirt, revealing his muscled chest bit by bit. He patiently

waited for me to finish, observing my every move without saying a word. My hands were shaking as I

delicately slipped the shirt off of his broad shoulders. A sly smile appeared on his face as he pointed at

his belt, telling me to continue undressing him. I hesitated, but he grabbed my hands and started taking

off his pants using them. I saw him biting his lip when I accidentally stroked his hardening manhood

while pulling down the zipper, and immediately exploited his patience. He hurriedly took off his boxer

shorts, took me in his arms, and carried me to the shower. He walked to the cabin with me in his arms,

then gently put me down on the floor. He turned on the shower. The falling water began washing off the

blood from his hair, his face, and his arms. Then he pressed my body against his.

"I want you," he whispered while kissing my wet skin.

The falling drops made my skin twice as sensitive to his touch. His fingers, carefully exploring each part

of my body, caused wave after wave of excitement. I moaned uncontrollably, losing my sanity

underneath his touch. I sank my fingers into his wet silver hair and locked my eyes on his passionate

stare. He smirked and lifted me. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he pressed my body against

the wall. I stroked the alabaster skin on his face and kissed his lips while he thrust deep inside me. I

trembled in electrifying elation, feeling him growing within me. It made me want him even more. I

scratched the skin on his back as he became rougher and stronger. He clenched his teeth as each

shove increased his hunger. A hoarse roar came out of his throat as he reached his climax. We

reached it together.

Once my feet finally touched the ground, I found myself unable to stand. I leaned against the wall,

struggling to keep my balance. I panted heavily, still intoxicated by every bit of sensation Sariel gave

me. He chuckled, observing my weak, trembling legs, and embraced me tightly.

"My lovely, fragile Lilith…" he murmured, taking me in his arms and carrying me out of the shower

cabin.

He placed me gently on the floor, letting me lean against his chest, and wrapped me tightly in the towel.

Then he brought me to his bedroom and laid me down on his bed.

"I will give you a minute to rest," he grinned, delicately kissing my lips, and then went back to the

bathroom to get another towel for himself.

I watched him sit on the bed while wiping his hair. He kept his devouring eyes on me the entire time. At

one moment, he leaned over me, looking at the cut on my cheek. He pulled out his claws and made a

long cut on the inner side of his palm.

"Lick it off, Lilith," he smirked, bringing his bleeding hand closer to my lips.

I felt flustered doing it, but I grabbed his hand, pulled out the tip of my tongue, and gently stroked the

wound on his palm. As soon as I licked off the blood, the cut on Sariel's hand healed itself,

disappearing completely. I swallowed the few drops from my tongue and immediately felt a tickling

sensation on my cheek.

Sariel raised his eyebrows. "That was fast," he chuckled, "I guess your body has already gotten used to

my blood. You regenerate in a flash."

I touched my cheek. It felt smooth, even smoother than my skin was before. He smiled at me and

slightly pulled the towel I was wrapped in with.

"I let you rest long enough…" he whispered, and delicately bit my earlobe.

"Wait!" I tried to argue or protest, but my body was already naked, and his arms were embracing me

tightly.

I was unable to resist him, and I didn't want to resist him. I was different when he touched me. I grew

greedy for him, but he was eager to give me more, and that night he allowed me to discover new,

unexplored peaks of satisfaction.