The man sealed her lips with his mouth directly.
Ave Carlisle pushed against him, as she did not wish for last night's scene to repeat itself—last night was passion beyond resistance, but what about today?
Finally getting a chance to speak, she said, "Flynn Taylor, do you realize that this is a crime, a crime."
"I wanted my wife, so I took her, what crime is there in that?"
"But I'm not, I haven't been your wife for a long time."
"Having slept together makes it so."
The marks he had deliberately left on her neck the previous night were still there, seeing them made him even more excited, he said, "I can't wait a moment longer, Ave Carlisle, what should we do?"
What could be done?
He was unmarried, and she was unwed.
She carried him in her heart, and it seemed, he in his heart carried her too…
While she was lost in thought, he cradled her face and said, "Ave Carlisle, look at me!"
Ave Carlisle startled, her eyelashes fluttering lightly.
