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. “Yes?”

Damien insisted, his voice tinged with urgency. “I can’t

struggling to comprehend his

me from expressing my true feelings,” Damien clarified.

and in a fleeting moment, comprehension dawned

cryptic words alluded to the intimate union between a man and a woman–a realm. fraught

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978 Flames of Desire

Indeed.

haze of her amnesia, Damien had shown unwavering patience

facade, he remained a

yet stifled in his yearning to fully articulate his desires, it surely inflicted a torment upon him,

a sudden realization dawned upon her: Damien’s dark and gloomy expression earlier

for something unattainable, yet that desire remained ever- present

a pang of sympathy for Damien’s silent struggle.

determination etched in her expression, she met his gaze squarely. “Do you truly

can do

her veins, Cherise leaned in, bestowing a tender kiss upon his cheek. “Even in the absence of my

can fulfill my duties as a wife,”

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

punctuated by a pause as she considered her following words. “Should I take a

into his, a mixture of seriousness and determination reflected within them. “You tell

loss for words, his mind swirling