Chapter 638: Chapter 638: Every Pore Screams for You
The smile on William Quinn’s face stiffened.
His blue eyes stared fixedly at her, and the arms holding her began to tighten.
Iris Yates sensed the danger and quickly said, "I... I didn’t do it on purpose! Don’t strangle me!"
She subconsciously wrapped her arms around her head, terrified he would fly into a rage and strangle her to death.
William Quinn looked at her terrified expression, a hint of frustration appearing on his face. "I’m sorry, baby. I don’t mean to blame you. I’m just a little sad. I love you so much. I collected the things you made by hand to show how much I treasure you, so how could you say there’s something wrong with me?"
A chill ran down Iris Yates’s spine. His sweet nothings came as easily as breathing.
"Baby, I love you. That’s why I treat you this way. I wouldn’t even spare another woman a second glance." William Quinn’s tone softened as he wheedled, nuzzling his cheek against hers affectionately.
Iris Yates was utterly horrified. "Then go look at other women! There are plenty of them who would want your love, but I don’t want it at all."
William Quinn froze mid-nuzzle. He closed his eyes for a moment before saying, "Baby, you always say such hurtful things."
He opened his eyes again and looked at her. "My baby, your mouth is made for kissing."
The moment the words left his lips, he crushed his mouth against hers.
"Mmph!"
Caught completely off guard, Iris Yates felt her mouth being conquered. He was like a wild beast, devouring her lips and tongue.
He immediately launched into an intensely passionate French kiss.
She could feel his tongue pushing deep into her throat, trying to explore even further, and the discomfort brought tears to her eyes.
"Mmph!"
She pushed against him, struggling with all her might.
But against his towering frame, her struggles were completely futile.
Her resistance only seemed to excite him more. Instead of pushing deeper, he began to entwine his tongue with hers, sucking on it forcefully.
The kiss alone left her completely drained of strength. Seizing an opportunity, she bit down hard on his tongue.
He only paused for a second before kissing her even more forcefully, smearing his blood all over the inside of her mouth until their tastes had completely merged.
Meanwhile, his hands began to wander, slipping under the hem of her clothes to grope and caress her skin wantonly.
Iris Yates’s body began to tremble.
"Nngh, baby..."
William Quinn let out a sigh of pleasure. "You’re so soft, so fragrant. I can’t control myself whenever I see you. Here, feel for yourself if you don’t believe me!"
As he spoke, he grabbed her hand, pressed it against his lower abdomen, and began to guide it downward.
Iris Yates’s fingers curled into a fist, refusing to touch him.
But William Quinn just pressed himself harder against her, grinding into her. "I want you. I want you so badly. Every pore in my body is screaming for you. Baby, let’s do it right here, okay? Take a look at this collection. This way, you won’t dare to make these things ever again."
He kissed and licked her ear, his words exceptionally vile. He skillfully found her sensitive spots, teasing her wantonly.
A blush crept onto Iris Yates’s cheeks. She tried to push him away, but he grabbed both of her wrists with one hand, raised them above her head, and pinned them against the wine cabinet.
Then, he spun her around to face the cabinet, lifting her by the waist to press her curves more tightly against his body.
"Baby, look at all these. You made every single one with your own hands. It’s a good thing no one else has touched them. Otherwise, I would have gotten very, very angry."
William Quinn kissed her ear, his hot breath ghosting across her skin, searing her very nerves.
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