After that, Iris Yates wished she could sew his mouth shut. His muscles were taut, sweat streaming down his skin.
His blue eyes were dazed, his panting breath incredibly sexy. He held her waist, constantly encouraging her.
"You’re so good, baby. You’re amazing. I love you so much!"
The sound of his rapid gasps was enough to make one’s ears burn.
She clamped a hand over his mouth. "You... just stop talking..."
William Quinn readily began to lick and kiss her hand, the one on her waist tightening its grip.
Iris Yates was spent. She collapsed onto his chest, listening to the deafening thud of his heart.
William Quinn stroked her back and kissed her tenderly. "Amazing. My baby is the best. Now, leave the rest to me."
In an instant, the world spun, and she was pinned beneath him.
...
Iris Yates saw the sunrise over the sea, but she was in no mood to appreciate it. Her head was foggy and her body ached with exhaustion, yet one thing remained on her mind.
"Don’t forget what you promised me."
Before drifting into a deep slumber, she grabbed his arm and fixed her gaze on him.
William Quinn leaned down to kiss her swollen lips, his voice laced with sated pleasure. "I won’t forget."
Only then did Iris Yates drift off to sleep, her mind at ease.
...
After three straight days of drinking herbal medicine, Chloe Reed had stopped coughing up blood. She tried to make a sound, but her voice was still a terribly grating rasp. She stared at her reflection in the mirror, her clear eyes filled with a profound loneliness.
Just then, her phone chimed. An email had arrived.
She pulled out her phone, and her eyes widened in shock.



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