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Chapter 782

On the yielding bed, Millie was cradled, enveloped by a plush cloud. It was in this embrace that Marcus’lips met hers, a passionate confluence of desires.

Amid their fervent kiss, his hand wandered into her tresses, a testament to his longing. The turmoilwithin him yearned for an answer—a resolution found in Millie’s very being.

In this dance of intimacy, she displayed an obedience akin to that of a compliant pup, anacknowledgment of the bond between them.

Eyes closed, Millie embraced the moment, her heart’s compass steering her toward truth. Loveunfurled within her, and with an embrace of longing, she surrendered herself to his allure.

With each tender advance he made, her form would yield, surrendering to his proximity.

Millie extended her arms, encircling his neck with a gentle embrace, her voice a soft whisper.

“Honey, I think I have fallen in love with you,” Millie professed, their gazes locked in a scorching unity.

Following her declaration, Millie’s perception seemed to transport her back to that night by theriverside, where fireworks painted the sky with their dazzling hues.

Their beauty mirrored her own feelings, and in that moment, she felt akin to the blossoming fireworks –a cascade of emotions, a heart pulsating with fervor.

A symphony of profound resonance coursed through Marcus’ senses. Her words, akin to honeyednectar, painted the tableau of his heart with hues of beauty and vulnerability.

A tender touch swept through Millie’s hair, a gentle affirmation amidst the swirling emotions.

“My sentiments mirror yours. No mere liking, but a profound affection.”

Their gazes converged, a collision of four eyes that set the atmosphere ablaze with an undeniableintensity.

“I perceive your readiness,” Marcus murmured in her ear, a clandestine acknowledgement.

Millie’s acquiescence hung in the air, a silent covenant. Tremors of excitement coursed throughMarcus, a tempest of emotions tempered by a physical toll. His caress persisted, fingers entwined, as atender declaration was deferred. Within the depths of Millie’s crimson gaze, his alluring lips drew nearher ear, while his fingers found solace in the intertwining of their hands.

“Pause for a moment,” he interjected, his words laden with a sense of restraint.

“Our most splendid night should not be confined to the walls of this hotel.”

Flushed with embarrassment, Millie instinctively tugged at the quilt, concealing her head in an attemptto veil her crimson cheeks.

Damn it! A maelstrom of frustration. Why had he allowed his fervor to surge unchecked moments ago?

That was annoying.

Yet amidst the discord, a tender chord resonated ~ his tolerance a touching gesture that tugged at herheartstrings.

As the night deepened, torrents of rain painted the scene outside. A solitary figure emerged, haltingLeon’s progress on this tempestuous night.