Chapter 845

Beneath the soft glow of a dim street lamp, her graceful silhouette concealed itself in the shadow of a sycamore tree.

Early autumn had stripped the leaves away, creating an air of desolation.

With a gentle click, Mark shut the car door behind him.

Swiftly, he reached out and captured her wrist, pulling her into his embrace before she could react.

Perhaps the allure of the night was too potent, or it was the nostalgic familiarity that prompted him to recall past memories.

His customary sense of restraint abandoned him.

He pressed his lips against hers, his grip at the back of her head, not heeding any semblance of gentleness, even stifling her breath with the intensity of his fervor.

go of

desperate struggle proving futile as his

the smell of tobacco permeated her

enveloped

his masculinity would cling to her skin for a

passionate ki*s endured,

released his grip

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fine and handsome countenance received a

was suave by

no secret that he possessed a volatile temper, with women often bending to

act spoiled in his presence, let alone raise a hand

Except for Cecilia.

she averted her gaze,

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