Hell's Consort

Chapter 424 - I'm Hungry

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Archdemon Empress Luna

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Apollyon tilted his head, and Luna adjusted her face accordingly to kiss him better, content on following her husband's lead. He took delicious turns in devouring her mouth, grazing his fangs at her lower lip as their tongues danced in sync, making her knees weaken and tremble.

Luna let him do whatever he wanted to her these days. She would play along to when and where he would like to do it and what kind of positions he wanted to get the most out of their pleasure.

She knew how her husband missed her from her soul's disappearance, but she wasn't that into it from the start and avoided having sexual congress with him as much as possible because her guilt over what happened with Luxen consumed her for weeks.

Her husband might be hurt from her revelation, and she didn't know how long he will project that hurt out in the world.

Luna would have to deal with that later if he made more sacrifices in his bloody path to become an Archdemon. She won't stop him if that's what he wanted because he can't be controlled.

Five more secrets to reveal to him…. but she would do it at the right place and the right time.

She hoped her secrets wouldn't pile up as time went by.

At least, she was now in her husband's arms, and he didn't leave her from that one.

Now, she was a hundred percent sure that their love was strong enough to survive any storms.

Other secrets will be nothing compared to this: just a mere hiccup—a bump in the road.

Apollyon's hands cupping her jaw moved to the side of her neck down her shoulders as she kneaded her with his expertise.

She missed his gentle, loving touches.

Luna moved closer, but it wasn't close enough, wanting to feel her skin against his.

Her small hands gripped and caressed her husband's lower back before she let one of her hands stroked the stone-hard ridges of his abdomen, her fingers petting those hard-earned muscles.

She lifted her head to gasp for air from that one long kiss and let out a sigh of relief.

She could rest easy now that the cat was out of the bag!

Apollyon's lips lifted to nibble at her ear, and she released a long moan as his mouth descended to the sensitive skin of her neck--sucking, nipping, and lapping the expanse of her skin.

She, in turn, could stroke all of him with her palms all day so that she could memorize his shape.

No, she missed everything about him.

Luna thought that her husband wouldn't return to her anymore, and she sniffed, fighting the urge to cry, while her thumb rubbed against the tip of his erection.

Now, she was free from the burdens—she was as light as a feather—as if she could float in cloud nine at any minute.

Apollyon paused and glanced up at her when she made a sound, and he did a double-take when he saw tears rolling down her face.

"Wife," Raising both his hands in surrender, Apollyon's eyes widened in alarm. "Why are you crying while your hands are pumping my cock?"

A sob caught in her throat as she wiped a tear on her cheeks.

He pressed another kiss on her cheek, on her mouth, then to her shoulder.? "Do you want to stop?"

She forced herself to say, "I'm just happy, husband, that you dealt with the secret well."

"It doesn't matter to me as long as I have you in my arms and not him." Growling as if he was enraged at the reminder, Apollyon flattened his rough palms to the curve of her butt and half-hauled and half-carried her towards him higher, grounding his erection against her quim, which made her toes rose inches from the floor.

"I would erase the traces of that bastard until you're finally clean from him, Luna." Gritting her teeth, Luna groaned in pleasure as he squeezed her hand and rubbed his cock against her. "How dare that Archdemon covets what didn't belong to him?!"

She smiled with her eyes closed, relishing the onslaught of sensations bombarding her at once as she clung to him like he was his lifeline. "Thank you for loving me enough not to leave and decided to move on from this with me."

When she opened her eyes to stare at him, Apollyon had that stubborn male expression on his face when he said, "Let's not talk about it anymore because it triggered me." Rage glittered in his Prussian blue eyes, and his lashes lowered to hide them. He pulled her into his embrace, "Promise me not to mention it ever again."

"Yes, husband."

The nightclothes she wore felt suddenly abrasive against her sensitive skin.

Eyebrows knitting in confusion, she realized the sad truth that she wasn't naked yet.

Why was Apollyon not doing anything about it?

Was he just contented about kissing her?

She thought she heard him tell her that he wanted to make love to her!

"Husband." Luna patted Apollyon's back to get his attention. She said softly, "I still have my nightclothes on."

"Oh." He slightly pulled away from her and squinted at her face before his gaze lowered down to her form as if he just figured it out the first time. He blinked thrice, and Luna covered a hand over her mouth to stifle a chuckle.

Her husband might be aroused, but Apollyon was still dead drunk.

"I didn't notice that you aren't naked yet." Apollyon brushed his fingers on her stomach with reverence, "Let's get you out of that clothes."

Luna knew why Apollyon thought she was already naked. Her nightgown was so tight it clung to her like a second skin, and it was a transparent light pink color, which was close to the shade of her skin in the dark.

Apollyon clutched the hem of the thin fabric, and she raised her arms so that he could pull that over her head.

He threw her nightclothes to the side and watched her from her head down to her toes with a hooded gaze, his glowing blue eyes lingering to her breasts beading under her scrutiny.

Luna straightened her spine. If her husband wanted to check out the goods, she had to stand properly and show it with pride.

Raising a hand, Apollyon cupped a breast as if testing them for its weight like an eager buyer in the supermarket assessing the quality of the goods he had his eye on.

Shaking her head, she chuckled in amusement at his behavior.

It wasn't like this was the first time her husband had seen her breast or her nakedness, for that matter.

Her husband was drunk, but it seemed like the alcohol made him lost his memories.

Lifting her chin, Luna raised an eyebrow at her husband. "Satisfied?"

"Everything is the same. …."Apollyon murmured without removing his intense scrutiny on the thin hairs on her quim.

Licking his lips, Apollyon's hand dropped lower to lightly stroke her mound.? Then, he glanced up at her with a wicked glint in his leers. "To me, it always felt like I have never seen this before every single time."

Apollyon grabbed her forearm and tugged her towards the bed.

"Now, lie down and open your legs." He commanded, appearing like the man who was desperate to taste her. "I'm hungry."