Kapitel 445: Mine Or His

Request from Uniqueness_12 (sort of)

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Archdemon Empress Luna

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"No need." Apollyon's hands were like iron manacles on her hips when she turned to face him, keeping her in place. She could hear him gritting his teeth from suppressed anger. "Do what you want."

Biting her lip, Luna fought back a whimper from that cool response. 

She could tell Apollyon was pissed off, but he didn't say anything.

It was obvious from how he sent those rolling waves of ire from his rigid muscles to her through physical contact. 

She was akin to a cactus or the thorns on an exquisite red rose determined to keep everyone around her at bay through her hard, tough and prickling exterior.

Luna was as sensitive as a mimosa leaf, shying away from people who wanted more from her, desiring to get to know her more.