Bride behind the mask novel (Marguerite) novel Chapter 747

His kisses were fervent and intense, sweeping Marguerite off her feet and leaving her utterly surrendered, savoring his every demand.

The dress had been discarded at some unremembered moment, its absence barely registered by Marguerite as his hands ignited every sensitive nerve beneath her skin, and she, though inexperienced, responded with eager passion.

His mouth found her shoulder again, and in that moment, Marguerite was transported back three years to the night of their first encounter, a one-night stand that she had once thought was the most painful memory of her life.

Yet, upon learning that the man from that night was none other than the love of her life, her pain was effortlessly replaced by bliss.

That night marked the beginning of their tangled journey and the sprouting of their love.

Never before had Marguerite experienced such pleasure, but as he enveloped her, she sensed a hint of despair emanating from Frederick, a despair that inexplicably shattered her heart, as if sensing this could be their last time together.

She couldn't fathom the source of his despair, yet his movements were tender and resolute, unmistakably conveying his desire and possession over her. He loved her, yet his deep, dark eyes were filled with sorrow and agony.

Soon, Frederick's emotions overwhelmed them both, bringing Marguerite to the brink of tears. But as Frederick's pace quickened, he effortlessly brought her to the pinnacle of pleasure...

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After a moment, Frederick reached for a post-coital cigarette, prompting Marguerite to roll over and nestle against his sweat-slick chest, asking in a daze, "Do you always smoke after?"

His hand paused, unsure of how to respond. Marguerite was the only woman he had ever been with, so why would she ask such a thing?

Before he could answer, she blurted out, "How many times have you been with Yuna?"

The question hung in the air, leaving both of them stunned.

Marguerite regretted her words immediately, fearing she had let jealousy get the best of her. Frederick's earlier despair had sent her mind racing, even considering Yuna as a possible cause.

Though Hayes was their child, Yuna had been with Frederick for three years. Since moving back into the Winston Mansion, Marguerite had noticed marks on Yuna's neck, unsure if they were Frederick's doing or merely Yuna's theatrics.

In her sensitivity, Marguerite had allowed her mind to wander to illogical places.

With a gentle kiss on her forehead, Frederick got out of bed and headed to the bathroom.

As sleepiness washed over Marguerite, she drifted off, only to be woken later by the sensation of a damp towel gently cleaning her. Knowing it was Frederick, a wave of happiness filled her heart, and she fell back into a deep sleep with a smile on her lips.

Yet, her sleep was restless, filled with dreams that weren't nightmares but left her feeling uneasy.

Waking with a sense of suffocation, she spotted Frederick at the desk under the dim light, his features captivatingly deep in concentration.

Lifting herself up, she asked, "Why aren't you sleeping? What are you writing?"

Frederick looked up, his eyes brimming with endless tenderness, "Just some work stuff. Go back to sleep."

Marguerite turned to watch him, her face lit with a smile.

Indeed, to be in love like this, she thought, must be the happiest thing in the world.