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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 k*ss.
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 k*ss, 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 k*ss me?”
“Because it’s something I’ve yearned to do,” Damien confessed, drawing her back into his embrace. “Cherise.”
Cherise pursed her lips, her tone hesitant. “Yes?”
“You must recover your memory swiftly,” Damien insisted, his voice tinged with urgency. “I can’t continue to restrain myself like this.”
Puzzled, Cherise furrowed her brow, struggling to comprehend his cryptic words.
His sudden gesture 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 grievous error.”
Cherise’s lips formed a contemplative line, and in a fleeting moment, comprehension dawned upon her.
Damien’s cryptic words alluded to the intimate union between a man and a woman–a realm. fraught with desires unspoken yet keenly felt.
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Indeed.
In the haze of her amnesia, Damien had shown unwavering patience and tenderness, never imposing beyond her comfort.
Yet, beneath his composed facade, he remained a man bound by human desires!
Each night, cradling his own wife yet stifled in his yearning to fully articulate his desires, it surely inflicted a torment upon him, didn’t it?
Her lips pursed in contemplation, and a sudden realization dawned upon her: Damien’s dark and gloomy expression earlier likely harbored depths beyond mere physical pain, didn’t it?
Could it be that… he yearned for something unattainable, yet that desire remained ever- present before him?
Empathy swelled within her, a pang of sympathy for Damien’s silent struggle.
With determination etched in her expression, she met his gaze squarely. “Do you truly desire this?” she inquired earnestly.
“I can do it.”
With resolve coursing through her veins, Cherise leaned in, bestowing a tender k*ss upon his cheek. “Even in the absence of my memory,” she murmured softly.
“Yet I can fulfill my duties as a wife,” she declared.
With that, she delicately undid the buttons of her nightgown, her voice carrying a hint of uncertainty. “How… should we proceed?” she queried, her gaze searching his.
“What should we do first?” Her questions hung in the air, punctuated by a pause as she considered her following words. “Should I take a bath first?” Her voice trailed off, leaving the decision in his hands.
Her dark eyes bore into his, a mixture of seriousness and determination reflected within them. “You tell me,” she implored, awaiting his guidance.
Damien found himself at a loss for words, his mind swirling with conflicting emotions.
At that moment, a line from the novels Cherise once cherished echoed in his thoughts: “Woman, you are playing with fire.”
He couldn’t deny the truth of those words–Cherise was indeed daringly toying with flames, igniting passions with audacity.
“Dear,” Cherise murmured, noting his hesitation. With a gentle lean, she closed the distance between them, k*ssing his lips tenderly. “I don’t really understand these things,” she confessed
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softly, her words stirring a flame within him. “So you have to take the lead.”
Her admission sparked a fire within him, igniting a passion that consumed his heart entirely!
With a surge of resolve, he rolled over, his actions speaking louder than words.
“No regrets?” he murmured, seeking affirmation.
“Yes! No regrets!” Cherise’s response was immediate, her eyes alight with determination. “This is what I should do as a wife—”
Before she could finish her thought, he silenced her with a fervent k*ss, their desires melding into one in a night of unabashed passion.
As the dawn broke, casting its gentle light upon the aftermath of their ardor, Cherise awoke to the sensation of soreness enveloping her b*dy.
The sunlight filtering through the gap in the curtain illuminated the room, where their discarded clothes lay strewn across the floor–a silent testament to the intensity of their shared passion.
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