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Her job was to hunt, not to astray from the God himself. She must run. Yet the secrets of the Night Guardian was in his hands, whether he knew or not that she was an enemy from different dimension, and yet, she still accepted this offer. Because she knew deep down: she was a monster, secretly yearning for redemption. Instead of repenting, she dived deeper into the darkness. As if she simply couldn't deny him, and his desire. His eyes graze every inch of my body before growling softly as if he could sense her thoughts. "As if?" He repeated the thoughts inside her mind, before his tongue glided through her soft skin. He chuckled softly, feeling her shattered against his lips before sinking his teeth on her inner thigh. "My little darkling," he growled, "after the awakening, even a small tease can really turn you on." "Don't say that," She bit her lower lips, struggling not to moan, her voice cracked. "Oh I will, little darkling," He murmured between her hot skin, "I will keep reminding you if I have to: that you can't run away from me, ever." Hands slide between her inner thigh, making circular motion in a slow pace as his eyes graze on hers before brushing his lips back against her burning neck. "I never force people who seek my protection to come here. I already warn them from the start. Once you step in, you can never step out. Ever." "But this is different, people are dying. Can't you see?" she looked into his eyes, pleading. "You are an intriguing one. Do you actually care about others or yourself?" He chuckles. His fingers move again to her cleavage, "Don't you think I can see what you bring here from the beginning?" His cold pierce gaze mirrored hers. He lifted her chin with his index finger as he draw his face closer to her, "Who sent you?"
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