Marrying the Man in the Dark (Damien and Cherise) novel Chapter 61

Chapter 61 A Night To Remember 

When Cherise had gotten engaged to Damien, Lucy loaded her with plenty of materials. on this topic, instructing her to put it into practice. 

At the time, Cherise hid under the blanket and watched said ‘materials’ with a curious mind. Do people really scream when they go at it? 

Is it true that intimacy drives people mad? 

It was not until today that she understood how it felt. 

Bathed in the dim light, she gazed at Damien with misty eyes. 

Beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, and the way they followed the ridges of his abs. made her inexplicably swallow hard. 

“Dear…” 

She called him softly. 

“Hmm?” He raised an eyebrow. 

“You look great.” 

Sunlight filtered through a crack in the curtains, and Cherise turned over and shielded her eyes from the faint glow with a hand. 

The memories quickly dawned on her as she furrowed her brow and opened her hazy eyes, and she froze for a good two seconds. Every muscle on her body was sore. 

Last night… 

She blushed to the roots of her hair. 

After hastily fixing her hair, she rushed downstairs and found Damien sitting indifferently on the couch with a black silk blindfold over his eyes. The butler was standing next to him, reciting the news as usual. 

Upon hearing her footsteps, his calm and deep voice rang out. “Awake?” 

Cherise blushed and softly responded with an “Mmm, before hurrying into the kitchen. 

“Madam, you’re up.” 

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Frances came out of the kitchen with breakfast, “Breakfast is ready, you may help. 

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yourself.” She said with a smile. 

Cherise felt a little apologetic. “I was supposed to make breakfast…” 

It’s all Lucy’s fault! 

She said a tiny bit of the drug doesn’t do any harm! 

And…. 

She spent the night being the subject of Damien’s manly prowess. She almost passed out from exhaustion a few times, but he would wake her up with a few hard pumps. 

There was not a bone in her body that was not aching. That was why she slept in! 

Frances smiled ambiguously at her. “Ma’am, it’s a blessing for a woman to be able to sleep 

in.” 

“Please take a seat at the dining table. I’ll bring the food over in a second.” 

Cherise pouted her lips and obliged. 

The truth of the matter was that she was famished. 

Cherise had just taken her seat when Mr. Kolson put away the newspaper and wheeled Damien over. 

She checked the time and found that it was past nine! 

“You… Haven’t had anything to eat?” 

Damien handed her a spoon elegantly. “I was waiting for you.” 

His gentle yet commanding voice made her heart flutter. 

She grabbed the spoon in a fluster. “Eat up… You must be hungry.” Her face turned a little red. 

While she was starving, she acknowledged that she did nothing but get pinned under him all night. One could only imagine how much hungrier he was at this point.