Trenton Smith raised his hand, scooping her face from his chest. Norris Moore's lips still had traces of his blood, a seductive color. He swept his thumb across her lips, wiping away the bloodstain, then lowered his head and forcefully kissed her again.
Norris bit him wildly like an angry and desperate little beast. Her own tongue was bitten, their blood mixed, and they swallowed each other's blood. The taste of iron made one feel insane, and Trenton's eyes were tinged with blood due to the bloody smell.
The smell of blood easily evokes murderous thoughts. The desire to kill and lust are often intertwined. And now, he just wanted to kill Norris on the bed.
How could there be such a lovely woman who hated him to death and yet was so soft-hearted? He truly wanted to be with her for a lifetime; he never knew that he could care about a woman more than his own life.
