William paused for a moment, his eyes scanned her body. She trained too much and had strong masculine curves. She was stunning, her curves, her soft skin, even her sharp language sounded attractive to him. He could hear his pulse in his head. Swallowing his desire, this flaming craving toward her was roaring inside him, it was the first time he had felt such a thing, he bent near her pale lips, sniffing her scent. His eyes remained on her lips.
"It hurts but you must handle it, little thing. I won't let you die."
He grabbed the hilt of that small knife and took it out instantly. He moved back, seeing her blood harmed him. It wasn't a normal reaction for him who had torn bodies. Why was it hurting him?
He took the needle and began to stitch her, he didn't want to burn that wound and leave a bad scar on this beautiful skin.
