Goodbye, My Love

Her cheek instantly warmed up.

Loraine’s heart hammered in her chest. She thought Marco would draw back like before, so she allowed herself to relax and exhale. But as soon as his Lips left her skin, they returned.

Marco showered her cheeks with tender kisses, akin to a devout believer worshipping their sacred deity. His kisses radiated reverence and undeniable affection.

“Loraine, thank you for being with me.”

With each gentle peck and his deep voice echoing, all the tension in the dimly lit car parked in the lot dissolved. Loraine’s body relaxed instinctively.

Marco’s kisses gradually traced a path to her lips, barely grazing them. He slightly elevated his torso, his eyes gleaming, and whispered,

“Loraine, may I kiss you now?”

Probati Period

At that moment, Loraine felt a wave of dizziness wash over her. The kisses they had shared heated her from head to toe, clouding her consciousness. Marco’s query stirred a twinge of embarrassment within her.

They’d been entwined in a passionate kiss for what felt like an eternity; why would he still ask for permission?

Opening her eyes, she shot him a reproachful look, but her cloudy gaze lacked any real power of rebuff. On the contrary, it seemed more like an unspoken invitation to continue.Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

Marco’s gaze intensified, his fingers threading through her hair, his nose brushing against hers. His voice was throaty as he said, “Loraine, do you understand? To me, you are my sanctuary, my salvation.”

Lowering his eyes, he pressed his Lips against her soft and moist ones, his voice a Low murmur against her ear.

“I wish to seek kisses from my sanctuary, to seek absolution. May I?”

A N G E L A ‘s L I B R A R Y

As she absorbed his heartfelt confession, her gaze met his deep eyes, and a singular thought surfaced-Whoever said Marco didn’t have a romantic bone in his body?

Her body was a tangle of sensations, and upon hearing such affectionate words from the man she had admired since youth, Loraine felt as if she were a mariner bewitched by a siren’s song, her heart pounding in her chest. She responded with a barely audible hum of affirmation, “Mmm…”

Once, she had gazed at his retreating figure, dreaming of the day she could stand by his side.

After three years of marriage, she believed her love had dwindled to nothing.

But now, with Marco reigniting the tiniest spark, her dormant feelings for him were brought back to life, evolving into a flame that could not be extinguished.

Their bodies melded together, their rapid heartbeats nearly indistinguishable. Marco’s eyes darkened, and he asked in a low, intoxicating voice, “You just consented, didn’t you?”

Loraine felt a rush of irritation. Normally decisive, why was he wavering now?

If he wanted to kiss her, then he should just get on with it!

Just as she was about to voice her thoughts, her words were stifled by a sudden kiss. Marco grasped her hands, their fingers entwining as he guided them behind her to rest on the back of the seat. All other noises were drowned out by the intensity of Marco’s kiss.