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.”
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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Chapter 978 Flames of Desire
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?
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