Chapter 48 The Delicate Lips
Raymond stared down at Margaret, who looked like a total knockout.
Her cheeks were all red, making her look super shy.
Her lips were like the prettiest roses you’ve ever seen.
Touching her soft skin was driving Raymond nuts.
His brain just checked out.
Right now, all the love and hate stuff? Gone.
He just wanted to have her, to totally own her.
He grabbed the back of her head and smashed his lips against hers, going in deep.
It had been a year since he did this.
That familiar feeling made him lose it even more.
His kisses got rougher, like he wanted to eat her alive.
Margaret, all fired up by Raymond, couldn’t keep it together.
Before Marlon’s accident, their fun was making love, and they were totally in sync.
Now, she didn’t want to think about anything. She just wanted to get lost in the moment with Raymond, to have each other.
A year of cold shoulders had worn her out.
All the bitterness and grudges were gone.
She loved Raymond so much that if he just gave her a sign, she’d run to him without a second thought.
Somehow, Raymond’s big hand had already unbuttoned her down jacket.
The jacket hit the floor.
His fingers slid under her wool sweater, moving up.
Like a pro, he unhooked her vest.
She opened her eyes and looked at Raymond above her.
Raymond, eyes shut, kissed her collarbone.
His profile softened.
He looked less rugged, a bit more tender.
Margaret saw a glimpse of the pre-marriage Raymond.
The first time they did it, she was super nervous.
Her body was shaking with anxiety.
He kissed her like this, calming her down, and gently said, "Margaret, don’t be scared. I’ll be gentle; I won’t hurt you."
They were both virgins, giving their first time to each other.
They were whole, owning each other’s bodies.
He held her, kissed the tears from her eyes, and promised he’d take care of her forever, never let her down.
Memories hit her like a wave.
Margaret’s nose tingled with emotion; they’d been through so much.
He took off her sweater.
She laid herself bare for him, flawless.
Margaret wrapped her slender arms around Raymond’s neck, responding to his intense love.
Tears rolled down Margaret’s cheeks. "Raymond, can we stop being so cold to each other?"
She cried, kissing his cool lips. "I’ll find out the truth about your parents’ death. Let’s live well together. Think about all we’ve been through, how hard it was to convince my parents to let us get married. It wasn’t easy. Can you be a little nicer to me?"
She only had 23 days left; she could only be with him for 23 days. They should cherish each other.
As soon as she finished speaking, he suddenly opened his eyes, pushed her away, and stopped kissing her.
Margaret was confused, not knowing why he stopped, and tried to hug Raymond again.
But Raymond pushed her away.
She fell onto the sofa, looking up.
Raymond’s eyes showed disdain as he straightened the wrinkles on his shirt, sneering. "Margaret, a year has passed, and you’re still so self-righteous. I just, like, crook my finger, and you come running. Pathetic, aren’t you?"
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