Bride Behind The Mask (Frederick and Marguerite)

Chapter 747

His kisses were fervent and intense, sweeping Marguerite off her feet and leaving her utterly surrendered, savoring his every demand.

The dress had been discarded at some unremembered moment, its absence barely registered by Marguerite as his hands ignited every sensitive nerve beneath her skin, and she, though inexperienced, responded with eager passion.

His mouth found her shoulder again, and in that moment, Marguerite was transported back three years to the night of their first encounter, a one-night stand that she had once thought was the most painful memory of her life.

Yet, upon learning that the man from that night was none other than the love of her life, her pain was effortlessly replaced by bliss.

That night marked the beginning of their tangled journey and the sprouting of their love.

Never before had Marguerite experienced such pleasure, but as he enveloped her, she sensed a hint of despair emanating from Frederick, a despair that inexplicably shattered her heart, as if sensing this could be their last time together.

She couldn't fathom the source of his despair, yet his movements were tender and resolute, unmistakably conveying his desire and possession over her. He loved her, yet his deep, dark eyes were filled with sorrow and agony.

Soon, Frederick's emotions overwhelmed them both, bringing Marguerite to the brink of tears. But as Frederick's pace quickened, he effortlessly brought her to the pinnacle of pleasure...

Frederick reached for a post-coital cigarette, prompting Marguerite to roll over and nestle against his sweat-slick chest, asking in a daze,

Marguerite was the only woman

could answer, she blurted out, "How many times have

air, leaving both

fearing she had let jealousy get the best of her. Frederick's earlier despair had sent her mind racing,

was their child, Yuna had been with Frederick for three years. Since moving back into the Winston Mansion, Marguerite had noticed marks on Yuna's neck, unsure if they were Frederick's

allowed her mind to wander to illogical places. She expected Frederick to be angry, but he simply ran his hand through his

irrelevant in this moment, aren't you

his gaze with a pout that carried a hint of smugness, "Why would it?

"Shall

"A bath together?"

"Would you like that?"

him, murmuring, "But

cigarette, "You sleep. I'll join you after my

"Okay."