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 lips, her tone hesitant.

tinged with urgency. “I can’t continue

brow, struggling

of pinching her nose brought clarity. “Your amnesia prohibits me from expressing my true feelings,” Damien clarified. “If you were to forget me entirely, it would be a

line, and in a fleeting

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

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Flames

Indeed.

shown unwavering patience and tenderness, never imposing

remained a man

his yearning to fully articulate his desires, it surely inflicted a torment upon him, didn’t it?

dawned upon her: Damien’s dark and gloomy expression earlier likely harbored depths beyond mere

he yearned for something unattainable, yet that desire

of sympathy for Damien’s silent struggle.

met his gaze squarely. “Do

can do it.”

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

can fulfill my duties as a

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

we do first?” Her questions hung in the air, punctuated by a pause as she considered her

and determination reflected within them.

words,