"I am not your puppet I am not going to continue this relationship as if nothing happened I will never consider her as my wife"
Is this all a joke to you this marriage and stuff first you forced me to get married and when the bride ran away you tied...
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"Let me taste it then," he whispered, his voice low and husky as he leaned toward me. I lifted the spoon hesitantly, but instead of taking it, he grasped my hand, his intense gaze locking onto mine.
I swallowed hard, my throat dry under the weight of his stare. The space between us vanished as he leaned closer, his lips parting slightly, his tongue flicking out to wet his lower lip. My breath hitched.
Then, before I could process what was happening, his lips brushed softly against mine.
My eyes widened in shock, my heart pounding so furiously I thought it might leap out of my chest. He lingered there, his lips barely touching mine, waiting—patient, hesitant, giving me the chance to respond.
But I froze, too overwhelmed by the rush of emotions and sensations flooding through me.
His eyes fluttered open, and I could see the flicker of uncertainty and embarrassment cloud his expression. Slowly, he began to pull away, retreating from the moment.
The warmth of his touch faded, leaving a void that tugged at my heart. Without thinking, I raised my hands, cupping his cheeks, and nodded shyly, giving him silent permission.
His hesitation vanished as he leaned back in, capturing my lips in a deep, passionate kiss.
His arms encircled me, drawing me closer. The spoon I had been holding clattered to the table, forgotten. One of my hands slid to his chest, where I could feel the wild rhythm of his heartbeat beneath my trembling fingers.
His lips moved against mine with growing intensity, his grip on my waist tightening as if he was afraid to let go. I melted into his touch, my knees weakening under the heat coursing through me.
The kiss deepened, his pace quickening, his lips firm and demanding against mine. I gasped softly, overwhelmed by the electric sensations surging through me. His hands roamed, anchoring me closer, while my fingers clutched the fabric of his shirt, crumpling it in my grasp.
Time seemed to stand still as we lost ourselves in each other. The air around us grew heavier, our breaths mingling in a rhythm of their own. My lashes fluttered as I struggled to keep my balance, intoxicated by his presence, his scent, his touch.
Finally, when the need for air became undeniable, he pulled back, his forehead resting lightly against mine as we both panted heavily. His warm breath brushed against my flushed skin, our hearts racing in unison.
"Yeah," he murmured softly, his voice thick with emotion and a teasing edge. "It was really delicious."
Heat rushed to my cheeks, my lips tingling as I stared at him, flustered beyond words.
