A blush tinged Ceciliaâs cheeks.
Her lips parted slightly, hesitantly murmuring, âNot here, please.
â
Mark, with a soft touch, brushed her lips with his own.
He gazed into her eyes, asking in a hushed tone, âWhere would you prefer?â
Overwhelmed by his directness, Cecilia wrapped her arms around his neck, playfully suggesting, âLetâs move to the bedroom.
â
Lifting her in his arms, Mark continued to ki*s her, walking towards their bedroom.
The tension and worries of the night had dissipated, giving way to a night filled with romance and connection.
The bedroom door swung open and then shut behind them.
Cecilia found herself gently laid upon the soft bed.
The night evolved into a tender, loving exploration of each other.
Mark reveled in the warmth and closeness, dedicating himself to cherishing and making her feel joyous and loved.
âMark,â she whispered, her quivering voice laced with emotion, as the intensity of their connection peaked.
In the aftermath, she rested her head on his shoulder, tears of deep emotion glistening in her eyes.
Breathing heavily, she uttered, âI love you.
â
Mark responded with a gentle intensity, his fingers threading through her hair, ki*sing her like crazy.
Their expressions of love and passion continued, each marking the other as theirs in a profound trance of affection and belonging.
Came dawn, Cecilia stirred within the cocoon of Markâs embrace.
A mild ache resonated in her body, a testament to the nightâs intensity, yet her heart brimmed with contentment.
She snuggled closer within his embrace, inhaling the crisp, clean scent of him.
As Mark awoke and affectionately pulled her closer, his ki*s was a promise of a new day.
Cecilia playfully resisted, but their shared laughter was cut short by the ringing of Markâs phone.
It was Korbyn.
Answering the call, Mark listened to Korbynâs urgent voice.
âYou two need to come back immediately.
I donât care what youâre doing right now; make your way here right this instance!â
Mark couldnât help but sense that Korbyn, somehow aware of the previous nightâs events, was intent on asserting some authority.
Korbynâs affection for Olivia was no secret.
It seemed he now sought to impart a lesson to both Mark and Cecilia.
After ending the call, Mark exchanged a knowing look with Cecilia.
Rising from the bed, he sighed and said with a sense of urgency, âGet dressed.
We should head back.
â
Cecilia, looking slightly anxious, recalled how her fatherâs affections had always been generously bestowed upon her.
Yet, his fondness for Olivia now took precedenceâ¦
Sensing her unease, Mark ki*sed her reassuringly.
âDonât worry.
Iâm with you.
Should your father decide we need reprimanding, Iâll be right beside you.
â
Cecilia couldnât help but retort with a mix of humor and scorn, âLook at you! Once so formidable, now youâre almost meek before my father.
â
Books Chapters Are Daily Updated Join & Stay Updated For All Books Updatesâ¦
Mark responded while softly caressing her waist, âI have my reasons.
After all, Iâm deeply in love with his daughter.
â
The reality of their life together, marked by the birth of their two children, loomed large in his heart.
Ceciliaâs frustration showed in a flushed face.
âYouâre impossible,â she chided, though her tone lacked true severity.
Markâs smile was tinged with a hint of affectionate resignation.
âIn all likelihood, your father probably just wants to see the kids and uses this as an excuse to make us come over.
â
Underneath it all, Mark harbored a more significant intent.
He was planning to propose the marriage to Ceciliaâs parents, a gesture that signified his deep commitment and love for her.