Navina froze, her cheeks flushed, "You..."
"Hmm? Am I weak?"
“It’s true.”
Morris held back his feelings, smiled and kissed her on the lips, "Your Majesty loves me so much that you are always so careful. How could I be weak?"
The chef in the castle prepared blood-replenishing meals every day. He was young and strong, so the little she drank would have no effect at all.
It was very hot, making her a little uncomfortable. Navina bit his lip and said, "I want to move."
Morris pressed her down on the bed, his tall body completely wrapped around her, and kissed her for a while, then the moist kiss shifted to her neck, "Your Majesty, I feel a little uncomfortable."
Navina snorted twice, bit his shoulder and gritted her teeth, and tried to push him away with her hands, but he grabbed her and pressed her down on the bed.
The delicate kisses fell, and his big hands grasped her delicate calves, slowly rubbing his palms upwards.
Morris bit her collarbone gently, and when she let go, he kissed where her heartbeat was.
She trembled slightly and struggled, but he pulled her back by the belt.
His kisses were everywhere on his body. When he looked up, Navina pinched his face and asked, "How do you want to end this?"
He was getting more and more excited, and Navina was a little flustered.
Morris kissed her lips and answered the question irrelevantly, "Your Majesty, today is the last day of the holiday. I will be going back in the afternoon. Will Your Majesty be reluctant to leave me?"
The breath falling on her cheek was hot, and Navina blinked, "Yes..."
Before she even finished her voice, he pressed her down and kissed her. Their breathing intertwined, their breaths became disordered, and their heartbeats became more intense.
As her red lips opened and closed, he continued to attack and capture her breath.
Stepping back, her blood-red eyes were moist and misty, and the wet eyelashes and the crimson at the corners of her eyes highlighted her ambiguity and beauty. Navina felt dizzy.
Morris pecked her gently on the lips and coaxed, "Your Majesty, can you help me?"
Navina nodded in confusion, "Help."
"I love you so much, Your Majesty." He smiled and held her waist, holding her legs down.
Navina was held in his arms, with surprise and panic in her eyes.
Morris kissed her forehead, "Sweetie, I know my limits, trust me, okay?"
She looked him in the eyes and finally nodded.
Morris' breath on her neck was so hot, his breathing became lower and lower. Navina was held by his waist and couldn't move. She bit his neck with red eyes.
After a while, the stinging pain in his neck quickly disappeared and the sound of swallowing was heard.
After a long while, Morris rested his chin on her shoulder and kissed her blushing cheek, with a hint of satisfaction in his voice, "Your Majesty is so kind."
Navina buried her head in his arms, unable to come back to her senses for a long time.
Morris stroked her back gently, and after a while he carried her to the bathroom. When he put her on the ground, her legs went limp.
He pulled her back into his arms, "Sweetie, do you want me to help you?"
Navina was so embarrassed that she started to act badly, "Whatever you want."
He was almost done, and she actually cried in front of him, but not because she was sad.
Morris kissed the tear marks on her face, restrained himself and gave her a bath seriously. Seeing that she didn't dare to look at his shy appearance, he couldn't help but kiss her several more times.
After washing her, he tidied himself, wrapped her in a bath towel and carried her out. Morris then went to find a nightgown for her to put on and pulled the quilt over her.
Morris went to look in the cupboard, found what he was looking for, and pulled back the covers.
Navina held his hand, "What do you want to do?"
Morris kissed her and said, "It's a little red. Wipe it off."
Navina hesitated for a moment and then let him do it. After wiping it, she bit his chin and said resentfully, "Morris, I have no face in front of you."
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