Chapter 267: Moist

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The Archdemon of Gluttony

Prince Ravin from the First Circle of Hell

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"Do you think you could speak properly aside from that 'yes'?" Ravin caressed the back of her neck, tracing her spine down to the small of her back with his fingertips. "I don't think a one-word response is enough to know if I have cured you of your predicament."

Luna's eyes had remained closed, not giving him the response he wanted.

Ravin watched Luna as her head lolled to the side as if she had lost her strength.

Luna's head almost leaned towards his shoulder, her weak, lithe form, pressing into his muscled flesh.

A tiny pang of sympathy pinched his conscience, demanding his attention. 

Ravin wondered if his Amare had passed out, but he thought otherwise.