Dangerous Love: You Are My One and Only Bride novel Chapter 1434

Arianne no longer wanted to suppress her feelings for Mark. “I don’t know what exactly happened, either. All I know is that I suddenly realized how much I love you. It’s so overwhelming, so strong, I feel—no, I yearn to be beside you at every moment. We don’t even have to do anything; just watching you is enough. But most of all? I’m mortified at the idea that you might disappear all of a sudden, and then I remember how that almost happened—how you almost completely vanished from my life—and my heart… It feels crushed. I feel a weight on my chest; I can’t breathe. I… I wonder, Mark, do you know how that feels?”

Arianne did not have to wait for long, for her awaited answer came in the form of a swift, firm kiss.

Of course, Mark loved her the same way as she did him; he always had. He loved her so much that he could not bear to be separated from her. All of the wiles and trickeries and labors he had done, just to make her stay! It used to be one-sided, and he had to resort to intimidation and force to bind her. But now, she wanted to stay with him out of her own will. She finally loved him back.

The feelings she described were no strangers to him. No, how could they be, when he had harbored them for so, so many years? It took a long time, but the love of his life finally shared the full, unbridled intensity of his ardor. It was never too late for Arianne to reciprocate.

To Mark, the long wait was over.

This was the first time every fiber in Arianne’s body relaxed. She welcomed him, complemented the dance on his tongue, and savored the totality of his kiss.

Kissing the person you loved was a marvelous experience. Doing it with someone you sincerely, genuinely loved was even more intoxicating—at least, that was what Arianne felt. She was rapidly losing her mind into a hazy trance; nothing else mattered to her other than him.

When they began to embrace one another, her heart fluttered in ecstasy.

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There was something about the afternoon air that inspired languidness in people.

Sylvain was happily napping on his bed when the sound of the doorbell woke him up. He opened the door and stared at the delivery boy with a bleary look. “Uh, you’re probably at the wrong house ‘cause I don’t recall ordering anything for myself. What’s even inside?”