Chapter 122

Nicholas leaned towards his wife, connecting his lips to her, and Mary struggled at first. He was drunk, and drunk Nicholas was a little bit rough.

But she couldn’t resist it any longer, and she allowed it, kissing him with everything she had. Their lips melded together like they were meant to, and Mary sighed, loving the feel of his lips on her.

She could still taste the alcohol on his lips, and it was making her head spin.

She moaned softly as Nicholas held her closer to himself. His hands reached up, placing light touches on her body. Mary’s hands reached up to grab his shoulders; thankfully, the chair was comfortable and wide enough to contain them.

They continued kissing, their lips melding into each other even as their hearts did. Mary sighed into the kiss; this was what she wanted. To feel loved, she had never asked for more.

Cole stirred from his sleep, and Mary froze like a deer caught in a headlight, but Nicholas was too drunk to continue. He leaned down on her neck and plac