The Wrong Woman

Chapter 956



The early morning sun filtered through the window, casting a gentle glow across the room as it peeked through the curtain gaps.

Candice lay curled up in Elio's arms, both sound asleep in the warmth of the bed, completely naked and entwined. She stirred slowly, blinking away the remnants of sleep as she woke.

Her movements roused Elio, who gazed fondly at her blushing face with contentment. He leaned in to kiss her forehead.

Candice smiled at him, closed her eyes, and whispered, "Good morning."

Unable to hold back, Elio affectionately nuzzled her cheek, his voice enticing and husky. "You're awake?"

Candice responded with a soft hum.

Elio rolled over gently, positioning himself above her, and buried his head in her neck, showering her with kisses and nuzzles.

Feeling ticklish, Candice squirmed and pushed against his strong chest with her hands.

morning like

his sense of their growing closeness. In the past, he had only dreamed of holding her close as they slept and indulging in her

difficult to articulate his overwhelming excitement and profound appreciation for her. It always felt like it wasn't enough. The time spent with her was never enough, nor was the time spent loving her, or even the time spent

indulge in her again. He yearned to witness her losing control beneath him, to hear her shy

his way down her body and disappeared under the

struggling to suppress the overwhelming sensations. Her eyes closed, and she

was unyielding in his teasing and kissing, employing every method to

"I now see why ancient rulers were so enthralled by beauty

he was consumed by thoughts of her day and night, always longing

a reality. There was no holding him back now. His love for her was

her outfit

beauty of the flowers

and greeted, "Michaela, Tristan,

over. "Candice, come and have a

she walked over and took