"Hiss!"
Sharp, searing pain, like the strongest stimulant for lucidity, pierced through Karl's desire-numbed nerves in an instant!
The pain was so real, so sudden, that it dragged him bodily out of the misty abyss of lust!
He gave a muffled groan of pain and instinctively loosened the hands that had been clamping down on her. His body jerked sharply backward, trying to break free of this sudden attack.
The two of them abruptly separated.
In the dim room, only the light and shadow of the fire danced uneasily across the walls.
The air was still filled with the lingering scent of desire and a faint trace of blood. The two of them faced each other, panting, separated by a distance that had just now been intimate beyond measure, yet in this moment seemed like a chasm of heaven.
Karl was breathing hard, his chest rising and falling unevenly.
Subconsciously, he raised a hand to cover his shoulder, his fingertips touching a patch of wet stickiness and the clear indentations of teeth.
When he moved his hand away, in the leaping firelight, two rows of deep tooth marks could be seen near the left side of his shoulder, close to his neck, almost drawing blood, stamped there hideously. The skin around them swiftly flushed and swelled.
The acute pain made his brows draw tightly together. The lust in his eyes receded rapidly like a tide, replaced by immense shock, bewilderment, and a thread of confusion and anger that rose after being offended, after being rejected.
He had never expected that, when the atmosphere had been pushed to that point, when she had seemed to have given up resisting, he would suffer such a fierce and primitive counterattack.
Then his gaze met the Princess's face.
She lay on the disordered bedding,