The Bride’s Revenge

Chapter 92 Last Night

Reluctant to let go entirely, Lucas restrained himself after just a little taste.

As he eased off her, he reclined on the bed with closed eyes and slow breaths. The lingering fragrance of passion intermittently wafted over him. It was sweet yet torturous. After a while, he opened his eyes and gazed at Marion. She was

wrapped around him, and he let out a resigned chuckle.

His tolerance for alcohol might have been lacking, but his courage under its influence was undeniable.

Marion, on the other hand, had a peculiar dream. In it, she was a rabbit, suddenly kissed by a sheep grazing on grass. The sheep was apologetic and offered her

some grass to eat.

Just when Marion thought she had encountered a polite gentlemanly sheep, it abruptly stood up, tore itself open, and revealed a wolf with glowing red eyes.

Preparing to escape, Marion found herself pinned down by the wolf, which sensually licked her body and seemed to savor her like preparing a meal for consumption. And when Marion thought the wolf might spare her, it suddenly opened its bloodied mouth.

as she assessed her current situation, she suspected she might be dreaming within a dream. She hastily pinched her cheek, and the pain made her aware

and his loosely fitted collar instantly revealed a large expanse of his white yet toned abdominal muscles.

and was met with the sight of those well–defined abs, and her face exploded in embarrassment.

“I, you, we-”

How had a few sips of wine led to this situation?

you thinking?”

Lucas pulled her braided

cautiously turned her head and met those dark eyes. She forced a smile. ‘

sleepwear. As he bent down, he asked, “What’s ‘anything‘? Miss Marion, if

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her face. Feeling guilty, she dared not look into Lucas’s

her voice was

lying on the same bed. Not only that,