Bab 84: State of Undress*

Apollyon moved past her as he stuck his head out into the hallway, looked left and right before pulling her into the room and then, he slammed the door shut.

The instant she walked into the room, it shot through to inferno levels.

How could she ever forget this room?

Clapping a hand over her mouth, Luna faked a yawn and then directed the Vampire King an apologetic look.

"I think I am done for the night," Luna said as she sighed as deeply as she could in her tight dress. "I'd like to get ready for bed."

"Do you need assistance, wife?" Apollyon tilted his head as he looked her over from head to toe.

"No, I can do it myself." She replied with a nervous laugh as she stepped backwards.

The Vampire King appeared like he was sizing her up, his smouldering gaze lingering on the curves and dips of her body--especially her slender neck, her curvy waist, the swells of her breasts--but Apollyon was more fixated at the juncture of her thighs.