"Baby, you’re so cute when you’re angry. I feel like I’m going to explode just looking at you."
He reached out to stroke her face.
With her eyes red, Iris bit down hard on the fleshy part of his hand.
She bit with all her might, making her own jaw ache. Soon, the sickening, metallic taste of blood filled her mouth.
But William Quinn only grew more excited. A strange light glinted in his blue eyes as he gazed at her, utterly entranced.
"There’s a saying where you’re from, isn’t there? ’To hit is to show affection, to scold is to show love.’ You’ve bitten me until I’m bleeding. Does that mean you love me very, very much?"
Iris closed her eyes in despair. Her jaw lost its strength, and she let go of him.
A ring of teeth marks now circled the fleshy part of William Quinn’s right hand, from which fresh blood steadily flowed.
He paid it no mind, however. Instead, he leaned down close to her and kissed her lips. "My baby loves me. I’m so happy."
Then, he deepened the kiss.
Iris had spent all her strength biting him, leaving her with no energy to resist. His passionate kiss stole her breath, and she felt as if she were about to die.
Breathing heavily, William Quinn let her go. He stroked her soft body, smearing his blood onto her skin, little by little.
The vivid red against her snow-white skin created a stark contrast.
It was a sight that stimulated the senses, heightening the excitement.
William Quinn spoke in a low, hoarse voice. "Iris, my darling, I’m really about to explode. Won’t you touch me?"
As he spoke, he took her hand and guided it downwards.
Iris’s chest heaved violently. She suddenly clenched her hand into a fist.

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