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    But today, she acknowledged a bitter truth: Connor’sbat skills might just eclipse her own.


    The kiss lingered, and as her resistance melted away, she ceased to struggle. This wasn’t their first kiss, and they already had two children together. If Connor desired this kiss, why should she resist? His wealth and charm hardly made it a sacrifice on her part.


    With this thought, her irritation ebbed away, and slowly, she began to find a measure of enjoyment in his embrace. Connor’s technique had clearly improved, rendering her unexpectedly delicate in his arms.


    Eventually, his kisses softened, shifting from forceful to tender, and his entire demeanor transformed, now radiating warmth and affection.


    As their kiss stretched on, time seemed to suspend itself, and Marissa softened into Connor’s embrace, like a tendril gently curling against a sturdy support. She surrenderedpletely, letting go of all semnce of control.


    The air around them grew thick with warmth as their breaths mingled, quick and heavy, making her heart race with an intensity that echoed the heat of the room.


    Lost in the moment, Marissa couldn’t tell how long they had been entwined. Just as the closeness threatened to overwhelm her, Connor paused, pulling back just enough to let her breathe, though his presence remained close, his breath a warm caress on her cheek.


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    Limp in his arms, her mind emptied of thoughts, Marissa focused solely on drawing deep, revitalizing breaths.


    Connor held her gaze, their bodies still pressed close, sharing the intimate dance of their breaths and the synchronized pounding of their hearts.


    In this frozen sliver of time, rity gradually returned to Marissa, bringing a tide of indignation. She teetered on the brink of questioning Connor’s brazenness.


    But before words could form, she noticed the redness in his eyes, the raw emotionid bare. He looked at her with the vulnerability of a child, silently pleading for understanding from a parent he felt had slighted him. Marissa was momentarily speechless. Was this really the formidable man everyone revered?


    He seemed so aggrieved, so wronged, yet he was the one who had overstepped.


    Her lips parted, but no usation broke the heavy silence. It was Connor who spoke, his voice thick with emotion.


    “Marissa, you can’t marry anyone but me.”


    His plea echoed the possessive insistence of a child, imploring a parent’s exclusive affection. “Mom, you can’t love anyone but me.”


    Marissa pressed her lips together to stifle augh. This was a side of Connor she had never seen—vulnerable, almost pitiful.


    She had known him as a pir of strength, a master of guile, asionally roguish, but never this exposed, this intively aggrieved.


    The absurdity of the situation amused her silently.


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