Marrying the Man in the Dark

Chapter 978 Flames of Desire

Damien’s gaze sharpened, a glint of determination flashing in his eyes.

In an instant, he shifted position, hovering over her, his lips pressing firmly against hers.

Cherise recoiled, caught off guard by Damien’s sudden advance.

“You said

you wanted me to cease withholding,” Damien murmured, his voice low and intense. “And my deepest longing at this moment is precisely this.”

Cherise found herself immobilized by Damien’s unexpected kiss.

Her mind raced, unable to process the abruptness of the gesture.

This proximity was uncharted territory, particularly since her memory loss.

She lay stiffly, her thoughts scattered, unable to formulate a response.

Undeterred, Damien continued, his grip on her head tightening as he deepened the kiss, relentless in his pursuit.

Only when Cherise gasped for air, her cheeks flushed crimson, did she manage to push him away. His faint smile belied his satisfaction. “Are you content now, Mrs. Lenoir?”

Cherise’s embarrassment flared, her cheeks ablaze as she met his gaze. “I explicitly asked you not to hold back, but why… why did you kiss me?”

“Because it’s something I’ve yearned to do,” Damien confessed, drawing her back into his embrace. “Cherise.”

her

your memory swiftly,” Damien insisted, his voice tinged with urgency. “I can’t continue

brow, struggling to comprehend his cryptic words.

“Your amnesia prohibits me from expressing my true feelings,” Damien clarified. “If

formed a contemplative line, and in a fleeting moment,

intimate union between a man and a woman–a realm. fraught with desires unspoken yet keenly

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Indeed.

Damien had shown unwavering patience and tenderness,

his composed facade, he remained a man bound by

night, cradling his own wife yet stifled in his yearning to fully articulate his desires, it surely inflicted a torment

dark and gloomy expression earlier likely harbored depths beyond mere physical

yearned for something unattainable,

swelled within her, a pang of sympathy for

his gaze

do it.”

Cherise leaned in, bestowing a tender kiss upon his cheek. “Even in the absence of my memory,” she murmured

I can fulfill my duties as a wife,” she declared.

carrying a hint of uncertainty. “How… should we proceed?”

pause as she considered her following words. “Should I take a bath first?” Her voice trailed off, leaving the decision in

and determination reflected within them. “You tell me,” she implored, awaiting his guidance.

himself at a loss for words, his