Fast time travel: The sick and paranoid villains all spoil me

He could remember how violently the blood vessels throbbed under the skin of the slender neck.

Especially when she is emotional/moved or scared.

The taste of blood will become even sweeter.

A bloodthirsty impulse suddenly surged in Elvis' calm heart.

I want to tear off the unsightly collar to reveal her beautiful neck, and then bite on it to absorb her sweetness.

"Interesting."

It was just a piece of clothing, but it had evoked the violent and bloodthirsty impulse in his bones after a long absence.

Maybe it was because his thoughts were too strong, the little blood servant instinctively felt scared, and shrank to avoid him.

Elvis glanced at her, pushed her back with one hand, and covered her with the other.

After a while, the little blood servant forgot the original fear, and could only helplessly follow his rhythm.

"Jiaojiao is so cute."

He glanced at her small powdery ears, the milky pink earlobes, which looked very tactile.

I just don't know what it feels like to knead.

Follow your heart.

He switched hands and touched the earlobe.

The little blood servant subconsciously tilted his head and flinched.

Reluctantly, the earlobe was gently pinched by the man, unable to escape.

But the gloves the man wears are a bit rough for delicate earlobes.

The little blood servant seemed very uncomfortable, and the blush on his face faded a little.

And rubbing through the gloves, Elvis didn't feel the feeling he imagined.

So he let go of the little blood servant, took off his gloves, and touched his earlobe again.

This time he touched the soft earlobe.

Like its owner, soft and delicate.

Perhaps because his fingers were slightly cold, the owner of the earlobe trembled.

"Adult~"

"Ok?"

He knew what the little blood servant wanted to say, but he just didn't move away from it.

Not only rubbing her earlobe, but also rubbing her thumb back and forth along the pinna.

His fingers were slightly cold, and her ears were hot from rubbing.

When ice and fire collide, there is always a heart-pounding touch.

The blush on the little blood servant's face gradually returned.

What would it be like if her eyes were not blindfolded at this moment?

Elvis couldn't imagine it anymore.

Undo the buckles one by one.

The process is slow, but Elvis enjoys it.

He seemed to be savoring a delicious dinner, starting with the appetizers, eating bit by bit, waiting slowly and gracefully for the arrival of the first course.

Then, swallow it in one gulp.

At this moment, the first dish was placed in front of him.

Elvis leaned over, his lips lightly printed on the fragile but beautiful neck.

The little blood servant hummed unconsciously.

It seemed to be afraid to dodge, but subconsciously clinging to him.

Helplessly, he called out "Master Campbell" in that soft voice.

This call won Elvis' heart.

With his ungloved hand, he gently lifted her chin.

It slid slowly along the neckline, covering the throbbing blood vessels.

"Baby, call out again."

"Campbell..."

Before the lord could say the word, the little blood servant was bitten on the neck.

At first the man was very gentle.

But today's little blood servant is really delicious.

It was rare to arouse his interest, so that his blood was boiling.

So he couldn't control himself, and his actions became rude.

The pain from the neck made the little blood servant hold his head helplessly, his body trembled slightly, and he could hardly stand still.

She couldn't help leaning forward, but her fall was stopped by the rope.

Elvis also leaned forward with her, with one hand across her waist and the other lifting her chin, pressing her against his body, holding her head up so that he could continue eating.

In this strong and irresistible posture, the little blood servant is like a pitiful little animal, which can only be eaten by wild beasts.

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