“That's not exactly the kind of thing I enjoy hearing," he mused.

Laughter bubbled from Cecilia.

Mark stood, pulling her to him and dimmed the room lights.

Misinterpreting his intentions, Cecilia began to protest, thinking of her health.

But all Mark did was whisper, "You seemed upset earlier. Was it because you remembered what I have done to you with my tongue?"

Cecilia's response was a playful shove.

Mark chuckled softly, teasing her earlobe with his teeth.

“You're acting shy. Peter probably didn't even notice. Your quick exit only led him to the point."

The room settled into darkness.

Cecilia, wrapped in a cozy blanket, nestled into Mark's embrace.

Their closeness sparked a familiar warmth within her.

As she tilted her face to speak, Mark silenced her with a tender kiss.

There was no rush, no urgency, just the desire to make her feel cherished.

As their closeness intensified, Cecilia, with a mix of affection and annoyance, tugged at his raven-colored hair.

"Mark, sometimes you can be insufferable."

She reclined on the sofa, and Mark gently pressed his lips to hers.

Softly, he murmured, “You want this just as bad as I do. Cecilia, it's not just about emotional connection. You deserve the fiery passion of youth too; it shouldn't be absent in our relationship.”

Lost in the intensity of the moment, she couldn't help but think about his intentions.

However, with Mark being so considerate, who could resist?

Their bond deepened that night.