I didn't resist the deepening of Marius's kiss; it was too intoxicating to resist. The way he kissed was like an art, and even without words, I could feel that this was Marius's way of drawing me into his world. "Sam, I miss you so much," Marius whispered those words and the sentiment hung in the air. The way he said it, without explicitly admitting it, conveyed a depth of emotion that resonated with me. I understood the unspoken language of his longing. I parted my lips to respond, but Marius seized the opportunity to reclaim my mouth. This time, he was more daring, and it became increasingly challenging for me to hold back. Marius didn't offer me a chance to reciprocate; instead, he took control, leaving me willingly lost in the warmth of his embrace. I succumbed completely, attempting to match Marius's intensity, knowing full well that I couldn't compete. At that moment, I realized I couldn't measure up to him, but my longing to experience the magic of his kiss once more overshad
I quickly released a deep sigh as Marius managed to capture my lips swiftly. Simultaneously, he pushed me against the door. I closed my eyes firmly, savoring the delightful sensation of Marius's kiss, slowly losing myself in the moment. It felt as if the wings of a bird were delicately caressing my heart. Marius's kiss was far from gentle. In fact, it was fervent, as if it had no intention of running out of time. I tightly clung to Marius's neck. I felt that if I didn't do that, my knees would give in to the intense weakness I was experiencing. It seemed like Marius understood what I was going through at that moment, as he firmly held my waist, providing support. "Sam, are you sure about this?" he asked, momentarily breaking the kiss. I didn't answer him. Instead, I bridged the small gap between our lips once again, resuming our interrupted kiss. I knew Marius understood what I meant. I sensed that he, too, was eagerly desiring me. So, I wasn't surprised when he lifted the hem of
Exhausted, I fell asleep. This time, in the arms of Marius. What we did earlier didn't lead to the bedroom, to be honest. However, he laid me on his beautiful and large four-poster bed with a soft mattress and laid down beside me. Both of us were without a stitch of clothing. So when I turned away and noticed it was getting late, I got up quickly. One by one, I picked up my clothes scattered on the floor. I knew Marius was tired too. Not from the exertion of what we did before sleeping, but from driving. Bulacan isn't that far from Manila, but since Marius always keeps watch over me at the hospital, his sleep is never quite complete. I started to get dressed, and afterward, I glanced with a smile at the still peacefully sleeping man. He was incredibly handsome. Like a living Adonis, if you were to ask me. I might have said this many times before. But the truth is, even if my mind can't remember Marius, my heart knows him very well. And that's the only thing I hold on to. I careful
That evening was truly delightful. Though we were just three, we managed to fill the entire kitchen with laughter that echoed throughout the house. I helped Nana Lourdes clean up after our meal. Honestly, even though it was my first time meeting her and spending time together, I felt a genuine connection with Nana Lourdes. I had a strong sense that we would get along well. She shared a lot with me about Marius, but not about the women who had been a part of his life. I was more curious about that aspect and wanted to hear it from Nana Lourdes. "Doesn't Nana Lourdes stay here overnight?" I asked when Marius and I found ourselves sitting side by side on a long bench on the veranda of his room. The night sky was already dark, adorned with numerous stars and a round, luminous moon. Stargazing was delightful, especially with Marius. "No, she doesn't. She has her own house, not far from here," Marius answered, gently cradling my head and leaning it on his shoulder. "Does she have someon
I wasn't wrong in my assumption about Marius. It seemed like I didn't know how to do anything else but moan and bite my lower lip whenever I had the chance, as he let my mouth go. He continued playing with the edge of my chest, and I just freely accepted everything. "Sam, I don't know what you did, but I can't seem to move on from everything you showed me a while ago," he said, leaning down and kissing me again. I opened my eyes upon hearing that. Our gazes met, and that's when memories seemed to flood back as I looked deeply into what seemed like small flames competing in Marius's eyes. It felt like something indescribable had been etched into my memory as I gazed at those eyes. That made me feel even more overwhelmed and yearning. "Ohhhhhhh..." That's all I managed to say, unsure if Marius was getting impatient as he waited for my response. But since I just kept staring at him, he gently lowered his lips back to the edge of my chest, playing with it again before immersing it in hi
I didn't know what was in that word, but I immediately felt a challenge in Marius's tone. Honestly, I was a bit annoyed with him. Not in a bad way, though. I was irritated in a way that made it seem like he was asking if that was all I could do. So, the seemingly intensified challenge resonated even more in my heart. "Is this all you've got, Marius?" Instead of retaliating or easing my frustration, I threw it back at him. I posed a question that I knew he wouldn't let slide, and I was right. "Yeah? Is that what you think of me, sweetheart?" he retorted, his tone betraying an unexplainable irritation. I didn't anticipate what Marius would do next. Perhaps fueled by irritation, he abruptly lifted me without any warning. Then, he drew out his masculinity from within and stood up. "Marius!" I exclaimed in surprise as he suddenly grabbed my hand and pulled me up. "I don't want my capabilities questioned, Samantha Scott, especially coming from you. That's a significant insult to my manh
"Sam, you have no idea what you're doing to me, do you?" Marius asked me. In response, I shook my head consecutively, my vision blurring at that moment due to intense ecstasy. I felt like I couldn't take it anymore. So, once again, I pulled him close and kissed him passionately. I wasn't sure how Marius perceived my actions. As our lips fervently met, I precisely felt his fingers entering my core. I moaned, and yet, it was just the beginning. As Marius began his movements, I started to lose myself. I weakened, overcome by the pleasurable sensations coursing through me. I knew this was the start of experiencing the delightful punishment Marius could bring to me—a consequence I willingly embraced after what I said earlier. But if it would always be like this, if I would consistently lose myself in the indescribable pleasure he could provide, I would willingly succumb. This was the kind of punishment I could relish due to what I disclosed earlier. If this was his weakness that I neede
I had no idea how long Marius planned to indulge me in this delightful punishment. He continued his worship of my womanhood, and I remained defenseless, accepting everything he desired to do to me—the man my heart recognized as my dearest love. Marius's tongue showed no signs of resting. It moved in and out of my core, and I couldn't predict when it would cease. Unable to resist any longer, I moved, and one of my hands gently tangled in Marius's hair. The way he was exploring my womanhood was tender, with a unique touch that I couldn't quite describe but intensified the warmth I felt. Pleasurable. Erotic. Sensual. Those words were insufficient to describe what I truly felt during those moments. All I knew was that I was losing myself, and my strength was fading, even though, in reality, we hadn't reached the climax of our intimacy. When Marius paused in his tongue's exploration of my womanhood, he returned to the same fervent kissing he had done earlier. At this point, it seemed