a few centimeters away, Samuel's hand suddenly grabbed the back of my neck. He yanked me

with passion that burned just as fiercely. I devoured his lips, demanding more, whil

looked into his eyes, his gaze turned cold and blank again, as if the pa

he hisse

ent away just like that? Samuel should take responsibility. I felt another surge of emotion in my chest; I want

his voice rose, i

't we do more than this?" I challe

go!" he snapped,

eath came in ragged gasps as he held back emotions I couldn't quite read-

fter all, my stiff husband had already given in and returned my kiss. That was eno

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stake, he's sure to punish me. And now, after I mustered

a heavy sigh. Instead of organizing the books, I chose to sit in the corner. Besides, this place is a

lizing it, I'd fallen asleep on the library floor. Strangely, when I woke up this morning, I was s

his? Was

d rough demeanor, Samuel has a gentle side that he hides very caref

no answer. To hell with his ban-I barged right back into the ro

under the covers. With a bold move, I slipped into the same b

napped the moment he opened his eyes an

room," I replied calmly, w

t o

want to slee

ut, Em

top of him. "Why should I leave? We're husband and wife, Samuel. I'm

he said with a long sigh, try

s cheek, then moved to his forehead, his nose, and finally ended up on his

consent, I silenced his lips again with passion. I explored every corner of his lips until

ntent to stay on top of him. I rest

ng me," I said sincerely. After all, Samuel was the one wh

rs is that I consider this marriage real. You're my husband, Samuel. So, if you want

move downward, intending to touch his private area. But before

hower!" he ordered immediatel

yance. "Let's take a s

aned in again to steal a quick kiss on his lips. A

ossible, let's take it a step further," I said with a teasing wink. I

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ward the spacious kitchen, where professional chefs were usuall

Ma'am?" the head chef asked p

ook," I repl

t for you," he offered hesitantly, perhaps af

l for my husband-not just eat someone else's cooking. "

, le

to make this meal with my ow

let he

l had just arrived in his wheelchair. "Everyone

and me in an intimate silence. I smiled contentedly, feeling that S

the most delicious meal," I asked as I began

ncy. I still want to liv

know! Especially not enough to kill someone. "I can cook, you know! I guarant

you're saying is true," he

ing through my mind. "If my cooking is g

ha

ly until our faces were level. "I... want us to have re

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