"Strip for me, wife."
With gritted teeth, Luna fisted her hands on her clothes and tried to keep them there. Unfortunately, her fingernails lengthened into sharp talons and ripped the silky fabric covering her chest.
She felt so hot that she wanted to peel the thick, excess clothes to stand naked before him.
When the soft pale skin around her cleavage was now revealed, her palm shielded it from her husband's keen gaze.
Apollyon appeared hungry and it definitely wasn't just for her blood.
She shouldn't be surprised at what Apollyon could possibly do if she refused to sleep with him now.
Neither a strong Archdemon nor a Vampire could resist exercising his power over his fellow archdemons or vampires like this.
Before Luna could tear her floor-lengthed skirts to expose her stomach and thighs for his scrutiny, she tried to distract him from blasting her with a more tantalizing scent by speaking.