The Vampire Prince’s Addiction：The Servant I Bought Loves Me Too Much

"A two-way bond is a lifelong mate's bond. It massively increases a vampire's possessiveness and libido. The model you purchased already had an extremely high drive. Now that you've formed a two-way bond, he must be soothed by his partner to return to normal."

"What happens if he's not soothed?" I asked.

"He will die of bloodlust. And you, as the other half of the bond, will die with him."

My phone nearly slipped from my grasp.

I finally understood the massive mistake I had made. I had mistaken this hyper-sexual vampire for a simple case of skin hunger.

Adrian was still on top of me, his fangs resting against the side of my neck, his whole body trembling with restraint. "Chloe, can I?"

I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and undid the top button of my pajamas, exposing a small patch of skin on my neck.

"Go on."

Like a wolf given a command, he lunged, pressing me deep into the soft mattress.

But he didn't actually bite down.

He just gently grazed my skin with his sharp fangs, from my collarbone to my neck, then to the sensitive spot behind my ear, tormenting every inch.

The sensation, somewhere between pain and pleasure, made me tremble.

His hands were cold, sending shivers down my spine.

"I'm sorry," I gasped. "I wasn't ignoring you on purpose. I just… I didn't know you needed this kind of… soothing."

"It's not your fault," he said, lifting his head. The red in his eyes had faded slightly. "It's me… I'm too greedy."

He lowered his head again, continuing to lick my skin. "I've been in agony for days, about to shatter, but I didn't dare touch you without your permission, Chloe."

His voice was full of hurt. "Could you… soothe me a little more?"

"What do you want?" I asked.

He was silent for a few seconds, then whispered, "I want to kiss your lips."

I hesitated. After all, I had only bought him to be a bodyguard and a housekeeper. I never imagined we would get this intimate.

He immediately retracted his fangs and lowered his gaze, his entire posture slumping with dejection.

"You don't want to? It's fine, I won't force you. I can keep holding back, as long as you don't send me away…"

That whole "sad puppy rejected by its master" act was a low blow.

My heart softened. I sighed. "Just for a second."

His eyes lit up instantly. He dove down and captured my lips.

This was not "just for a second."

His kiss was fierce and possessive, one hand cradling the back of my head, the other gripping my waist as his tongue parted my lips and plunged inside.

He kissed me so hard I could barely breathe, my hands clutching his shoulders as I endured the long, deep kiss.

When he finally let me go, my head was spinning, my mind a complete blank.

I could feel the changes in my own body—my heart racing, my temperature rising, and a strange, unnameable longing spreading through me.

Now I was the one who couldn't hold back.

I couldn't stop my hands from moving to his firm, full chest. I gave his pecs a hard squeeze and urged, "Adrian… I want more."

Just as he began to move inside me, pulling me toward the edge, I could have sworn I heard a soft, triumphant laugh—smug and victorious.