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.”

pursed her lips, her tone hesitant.

voice tinged with urgency. “I can’t continue to restrain myself like this.”

her brow, struggling to comprehend his cryptic

her nose brought clarity. “Your amnesia prohibits me from expressing my true feelings,”

formed a contemplative line, and in a fleeting moment, comprehension dawned upon her.

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

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Sat 13

Flames

Indeed.

had shown unwavering patience and tenderness, never imposing beyond

composed facade, he remained a man bound

in his yearning to fully articulate his desires, it surely

contemplation, and a sudden realization dawned upon her: Damien’s dark and gloomy expression earlier likely harbored depths beyond mere physical

he yearned for something unattainable, yet

pang of sympathy for Damien’s silent struggle.

in her expression, she met his gaze squarely. “Do you truly desire this?” she

do

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

duties as a wife,”

undid the buttons of her nightgown, her voice carrying a hint of

air, punctuated by a pause as she considered her following words. “Should I take a bath first?” Her voice

bore into his, a mixture of seriousness and determination reflected within them. “You tell me,” she implored, awaiting his guidance.

for words, his