When Marcus returned, Melissa was engrossed in her phone, attending to work matters.

Barefoot, he approached her from behind, wrapping his arms around her waist.

"Don't be a buzzkill."

Melissa turned her head to meet his lips in a kiss. After a lingering exchange, she murmured softly, "I thought you were showering!"

Melissa turned her head to meet his lips in a kiss.

Their meeting was very intense, possibly because they had both been alone for too long or because of all that they had been through together.

Melissa found herself surprisingly cooperative, swept up in the moment.

When Marcus sought her affection, she willingly obliged, wrapping her arms around his neck, her eyes and brows aflame with passion.

Occasionally, she took the initiative to kiss him...

"Melissa, you've never been like this before," Marcus murmured, his voice tinged with surprise.

Her cheek rested against his shoulder as she replied, “Do you Like it?"

At that moment, Marcus experienced a sensation he had never felt before, as if his blood was flowing in reverse. It overwhelmed him to the point where he did something he had never done before.

Holding Melissa's slender waist tightly, he uttered a crude word in the midst of the exquisite sensation.

"You Little slut... my pretty little slut! Mine!"

Melissa, undeterred, wrapped her arms around him, pressing seductively against his shoulder.

Everything felt chaotic, and even in hindsight, neither dared to meet the other's gaze...

In the early morning, Melissa awoke to find herself alone in bed.

Though her body felt slightly sore, it was a comfortable soreness.

The morning light gently filtered into the room, casting a soft, golden glow that was infinitely beautiful.

Across the room, Marcus stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, engrossed in a phone call with Sylvia.