Bride Behind The Mask (Frederick and Marguerite)

Chapter 735

He gently pinned her hands above her head, his lips seeking hers softly, tenderly.

And then, his hands started to wander, expertly finding the zipper at the back of her dress and pulling it down, his warm hands tracing paths on her skin.

Jack knew he was losing control.

In front of this woman, he couldn't keep himself in check.

They had known each other for three years, yet the closest they had gotten was kissing.

So, why not take it a step further?

Even though they had never really found the right titles for what they were to each other, did it really matter?

He was well aware of Emily's feelings, and his own heart was becoming clearer. Unable to resist, Jack deepened the kiss, his movements growing more tender. But Emily's mind was a whirlwind of confusion, drunk to the point of not knowing what was happening.

All she felt was an unbearable itchiness all over her body, and the weight on her was suffocating.

In the next moment, with a strength she didn't know she had, she managed to push Jack off and turned over, blindly grabbing a pillow and falling asleep almost immediately.

Jack, nearly tumbling off the bed, was stunned.

sat there, motionless, watching her sleep soundly,

quenched, he had no choice but to

sleeping in

seemed so eager

myth of drunken debauchery was

head with a wry smile, Jack lay down beside her, and

woke up, groggy

couch at the foot of the bed, legs crossed, watching her

that?" she gasped,

long you could possibly sleep," Jack said,

room after a night out drinking, not even past nine,

on the dot, it was nine in the

pillow next to hers, noticing the obvious signs

together last night?" she

evasive: "The hotel mistook you for my

of bed. "So, we did

freshen up, leaving Jack leaning

you get so bold?" he