WARNING:
This chapter contains an explicit sex scene. Please read at your own discretion.
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Emmelyn knew this handsome man was her enemy, but her body was a traitor, so she was enjoying the passionate kiss that Mars gave her lips just now. And when the kiss suddenly ended, Emmelyn felt lost for some reason.
What was this? Why did she feel like she wanted to grab this man's head and claim his lips to get that kiss back?
Why the hell did this bastard have to ask if Emmelyn liked his kisses? Even though Emmelyn liked it very much, she would never admit it.
No way.
"If you don't say what you like and don't like ... I won't be able to give you what you want," said the man in a husky voice. "I might make you uncomfortable or give you pain unknowingly..."
Damn, it sounded so sexy to Emmelyn's ears.
"..."
"Just like your favorite food. If you don't tell me what food you like, I wouldn't know how I should feed you," he added.
