Chapter 445

‘I must be crazy to share my bed with Marion,’ Debra thought. The sound of running water from the bathroom only amplified her nervousness. The bathroom door creaked open, and she quickly shut her eyes, feigning sleep. Marion tiptoed across the room; the soft click of the bedside lamp being switched off signaled his approach. The mattress dipped slightly as he lay down beside her.

The heat of Marion’s body was palpable, sending Debra’s nerves into overdrive. There was no way she could sleep like this. She shifted, turning her back to him, but Marion’s arm draped over her, pulling her close. His deep voice was a whisper in her ear. “Sleep tight.”

Before she could respond, Marion nuzzled her neck, his lips brushing against her skin in soft, tender kisses. The numbing sensation made her tremble.

“Marion…” “Yes?” “It’s itchy.” “Itchy?” Marion’s voice was a low rumble, captivating and intense.

Debra turned to face him, and he immediately captured her mouth in a deep, passionate kiss. Her tongue was soft and tender, igniting a fire within him. A soft moan escaped Debra’s lips, breaking the last of Marion’s self-control. His hands roamed her body, pushing aside her clothes as his kisses trailed down her neck. But as they reached a critical point, he paused, his breath ragged. He had only intended to tease her, but he was the one who had lost control.

“You’re a liar,” Debra whispered, her cheeks flushed with desire and embarrassment. Marion had promised they would wait until their wedding night, but now they were teetering on the edge.

Marion touched her forehead gently, his voice filled with apology and restraint. “Get to sleep.” As he moved to lie down beside her, Debra suddenly shifted, and Marion’s resolve crumbled instantly. Debra’s cheeks were crimson. “Now you remember? What were you doing earlier?”

“…”

Marion opened his mouth to speak, but Debra leaned down, silencing him with a kiss. His mind went blank, all thoughts consumed by the feel of her lips on his. His arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her closer as they tangled in the sheets.

In her past life, Debra had been intimate with Juan, but it had been a single, painful experience. That night, Juan, drugged by Melody, had used her to vent his anger. She had never truly experienced what it meant to be intimate. Tonight, with Marion, everything felt different. Marion pinned her beneath him, his voice hoarse with desire.

“Are you sure?”

Debra responded with a soft kiss at the corner of his mouth. With her silent confirmation, Marion held the back of her neck, kissing her deeply. Their bodies pressed together, but Debra’s inexperience was evident in her tentative movements.

“Have you been with other women before?” she asked softly.

Marion’s voice was filled with deep affection. “No, this is the first time. You are my first and only one.”

Debra blushed deeper. She remembered the painful experience from her past life. She whispered, “Okay, be gentle.” Marion whispered his contentment.