Villain Ch 1695. Hunger
She turned.
"No—"
But her voice cracked.
He stepped forward.
Held his bleeding wrist out toward her mouth.
The scent overwhelmed everything. She couldn't think. Couldn't breathe. Couldn't pray.
She whimpered.
Her hand reached up.
Shook.
Paused.
Then lunged.
Her lips sealed around his wrist.
And she drank.
The moment the blood touched her tongue, her body convulsed again. But not from pain.
From completion.
The power flowed through her like wildfire. Her skin lit with shadow veins, glowing faintly red. Her fangs lengthened, subtle but sharp. Her nails blackened. Her hair lifted like silk in water.
She moaned into his wrist.
The Emperor's eyes narrowed with quiet satisfaction.
"There it is," he whispered.
The cathedral pulsed again.
Like it approved.
She drank until her body stopped shaking. Until her fingers unclenched. Until the fear drained from her eyes—replaced by something else.
Power.
And hunger.
