Marcus had a cruel streak in him, a fact that Cornelia had known for a while.
She wasn't fooled by his gentlemanly facade. But she always thought his cold-blooded side was only shown to foes and enemies, not those beside him.
In this moment, Cornelia truly realized that beneath his gentle exterior, lay a different Marcus, like a beast suddenly awakened.
He was kissing her roughly, forcefully, dominantly, as though he wanted to devour her whole.
Cornelia tried to push him away, but he was like a mountain in front of her, unmoving even with all her strength.
As his kiss deepened, all of Cornelia's senses were invaded by his breath. She didn't want to but couldn't help and sink into his kiss.
The entanglement of their tongues left her mind blank. She could only passively comply, accept him. Slowly, everything seemed to return to normal, and everything felt so natural.
She even forgot that he was punishing her, instinctively reaching out to hold onto his lean waist, clinging to him as if a drowning person clinging to a lifeline.
Her lips were soft and sweet, a taste he had stolen the night before. He had never kissed any other girls, as he had always found kissing distasteful. He always thought kissing was just a way to spread germs. Only because he was kissing Cornelia, his wife, was he willing to do it.
Kissing, to him, became something wonderful and addictive.
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