Hell’s Consort - Chapter 809

Newest Chapter of Highest Tier (November 2021)

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Vampire King Apollyon

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“You have pointed many times how ruthless I can be but did you know that  your blood  on my hands scared me to death?”

Luna had squealed in protest at the loss of his warmth as he shifted his body away from her.

Yet, her yelp died in her throat when he leaned one forearm at the side of her head so that he could look deep into her eyes as he stared down at her.

Luna had gasped upon seeing his face, and he realized that his cold, hard eyes had bled to black.

His other hand stroked her pregnant belly with both affection and unbending possessiveness.

Their heiress was the living symbol that he had staked his claim.

Apollyon must fulfill his promise with Luna and protect their child with all his might. “Even if you are sick in this moment, you still have good memories to look forward to and we must cling  to that hope. Trust me in that, wife, and stay with me.”

He would wait for an eternity.

It wouldn’t be that hard because he had done that in the past.

Luna’s lips started trembling when he held her close.

Her tears started falling from the corner of her eyes down to her temples, only to disappear from her once shiny silver hair that had lost its luster.

Thinking about Luna’s condition and their baby’s safety had messed him up in the head that he was starting to feel like he was turning into this nervous wreck.

She was this mysterious light from out of nowhere to shine unto his cold, dark world.

He always felt different when he was with her.

Their disposition had mirrored each other that they had no choice to face themselves and change their behavior instead of trying to change the other person.

Their growth and maturity inclined them to be patient and understanding with each other’s words and actions.

She was everything he had ever wanted that waiting for her appearance and finding the one he loved was worth it.

Apollyon looked at her, and she averted her gaze from him shyly as if she had regressed into this virgin bride on their wedding night.

Mischief had bloomed in his smile as he lifted his forearm to hold her hand and interlocked his fingers with her swollen ones.

The butterflies in her stomach wouldn’t stop her from falling for him.

Even if she felt sick and exhausted, as if she couldn’t go on anymore, Apollyon had promised to take care of her.

His memory of her as they danced in the balcony under the moonlight will forever be ingrained in his mind.

The lady might as well wave the red flag. As his heart thundered in his ribcage, he leaned his face closer until their nose touched.

Luna’s eyes fell shut.

“Don’t cry anymore, wife.” Apollyon said as he indulged in the feel of her wife’s curves covered in blankets right up against him. “You will not leave me with our child because I can change our future.”

He already marked her and took her as his.

Apollyon wouldn’t allow anyone to stand in his way.

“But—”

Apollyon placed a forefinger over her parted lips, and her half-lidded eyes had widened, stunned.

At first glance, her sparkling emerald gaze had captivated him the way the moon and the stars in heaven did.

Apollyon’s Empress was his love and obsession.

It was nothing he had ever felt before.

“You talk too much, Luna.”

Lowering his head, Apollyon crashed his lips unto hers.

The slick slide of their tongues tasted like fire as he caressed, played, and flicked it with his own, planting the seed of his love and pouring all his emotions through her parted lips.

As his fingernails dug into her skin with desperation, Apollyon wouldn’t forget the happiness and relief it brought him to finally kiss her as much as he wanted after a tiring week in the Autumn Palace.

Luna gave him as much as he could give her, but she pushed him away from her abruptly, catching him off guard.

His shallow breathing matched hers as she tried to catch her breath, but she lost it when he started kissing her again.

Luna immediately broke the physical contact between them, which almost tempted Apollyon to snarl for its loss.

Apollyon’s grip tightened, and Luna pulled her hand from his with force.

Her fingers landed on his shoulder before she managed to push him off her due to his sudden aggression.

Apollyon narrowed his eyes at her wife, whose forehead was now dotted with perspiration despite admitting that she felt so cold earlier, his gaze straying to the pulse he heard thudding in her neck.

It made his fangs grow that his palm flew to his mouth to cover them.

He shook his head and groaned. ‘Did he do something that she didn’t like?’

God’s blood!

Scaring her wasn’t part of the plan.

That shouldn’t happen.

Apollyon cleared his throat before changing the subject.

He laid back to the bed, eying the knotted mess from the numerous hems of the blankets and scarves around her neck and shoulders and hoping to untangle them.

“By the way, we should cut your hair, Luna.” Apollyon suggested softly.

He didn’t want to do anything so drastic and chop her hair up to her neck with his dagger, but he would have liked to layer them short enough that it wouldn’t be messed up.

“Why?” Luna had wriggled to the edge of the bed slowly to create distance. “Don’t you  you like them anymore?”

It was clear that her answer was no.

“I thought it was my silver hair that caught you attention when we first met and now you wanted to cut it?”  Luna asked in a harsh whisper.

Her head was still turned to the side as if she couldn’t bear to see him suffer in his blood lust.

Even her ears had turned red as well, and it made him confused.