"I'm afraid... I'll kill them."
Her body stiffened abruptly, and a chill crept up her spine.
The next second, Wen Qian was flipped over. The man embraced her from behind, the tips of his fangs pressing against the nape of her neck, yet he never broke the skin.
His fingers wrapped around her waist again, feeling her tremble as he gently explored, sensing everything about her.
Then, pressing into her, he deliberately tested her limits. "If I killed them, would you be angry?"
In the throes of pleasure, the woman maintained a sliver of clarity and, heedless of the consequences, clearly forced out a single word: "Yes."
The man was silent for a moment, then, as if he'd been wound up, he silently repeated the same motion.
"How angry would you be?"
"Would you ignore me?"
"Would you hate me?"
"Would you hit me?"
"If you would just hit me..."
"Don't bite your lip. What are you holding back?"
