Chapter 2.64

Zoey's p.o.v

It was around eleven when we finally walked out of our room, we are in a resort. A prestigious one at that, an opulent and extravagant resort that was renowned for its luxurious amenities and impeccable service.

Nestled in the heart of Paris.

The resort, known simply as “Le Palais de Paris,” was a haven for the elite and affluent who sought nothing but the best in terms of comfort and indulgence.

I haven't seen the rest of the resort, but from the room we're at tell me a lot. The room was nothing short of spectacular. Elegantly decorated with fine silk draperies, hand-painted murals, and antique furniture. The bed was adorned with the softest linens and plush pillows, ensuring a restful night's sleep for even the most discerning guest.

“You look lavishly, that I don't want us to leave the room.” Marco whispered close to my ear, he rubs his nose on my neck, and then I felt his teeth on my flesh.

I jolted forward, but Marco was quick to trap me in his arms. His hand was on