CHAPTER 373: 369, QIXI SPECIAL DEDICATION (PART 2)

It was like they were playing a game of snatch, that small piece of steak passing back and forth between their lips, lacking flavor yet Titus Zane felt it was exceptionally sweet.

As the kiss ended, the man retreated, looking at Titus Zane with a light trace of teasing as he licked the corner of his lips with his tongue tip.

His handsome brows lifted slightly, eyes brimming with laughter.

"Does it taste good?"

Still slowly chewing that small piece of steak, reluctant to swallow, she bit her lower lip and shyly glared at the man opposite her.

A disingenuous remark slipped out, "It tastes awful."

"Awful?" His handsome brows rose again, his slightly tilted lips exuding a sense of mischief, "Let me taste it then."

As he spoke, his handsome face leaned in again; Titus Zane hastily covered her lips with both hands, "No, it’s delicious, really tasty..."

"Haha..." Joyful laughter echoed in the romantic space.

Looking at the man opposite her, Titus Zane discovered for the first time how pleasant this man was to the eyes.

A full forehead, brows like ink, radiant dark eyes, a straight nose, and even those sculpted thin lips presented a three-dimensional look. Amidst the dance of the candlelight, the contours of his face were smooth and profound...

"Silly girl, if you keep staring, the steak will get cold," the flare of his nostrils as Nathan Moore’s long fingers covered hers, his indulgent words made Titus Zane’s heart flutter again.

Red wine, steak, flickering candlelight, with a beauty beside him, even just sipping lightly, one’s heart could be intoxicated.

Seeing the dessert he made placed in front of her, Titus Zane couldn’t help but sigh again at her own sentimentality.

"Nathan Moore, did you make this?" Even though she saw it with her own eyes, it felt unreal.

"Mm-hmm, you saw it, try it. How does it taste?"

As she held the steel spoon, looking through the transparent glass at the milky white set cream, two hearts pierced by an arrow hesitated to disturb them.

"Why aren’t you eating?" A gentle prod came by her ear, Titus Zane turned her eyes, "I can’t bear to."

"Heh!" With a soft chuckle, the man stood up, came behind her with his chest against her back, took her hand, scooped a tiny piece, and as their faces were close, Titus Zane felt an intimate brush against her ear.

A small red heart slipped into her mouth, the sensation was very smooth, "How is it?" The man beside her face tilted his gaze down. From Titus Zane’s upward-looking angle, the lines of his face were very gentle.

"Delicious," her voice was muffled, unable to fully swallow the creamy morsel.

"Let me taste," after those three words, his lips met hers once again.

During the dinner, Titus Zane couldn’t remember how many times this man had kissed her, the melody was frequent, yet, she did not dislike it. On the contrary, it was as if honey was flowing through her heart.

This time, it was not just a simple kiss, for her body had been lifted by the man. With the advantage of long legs, he walked to the sofa in a few strides, pressing the softness in his arms beneath him. When passion surged, he entered without hesitation.

A deep sigh was his satisfaction.

The long-missed sensation was as warm as his memories. After a slight pause, he propped himself up, looked down at the woman beneath him, his obsidian eyes filled with tenderness.

"I’m going to start..."

The wildly flickering flames in the corner of the room stimulated their vision, the suppressed factors in their bodies eager to move. A bout of lovemaking, unrestrained and indulgent, as his passion burst forth, Nathan Moore’s face was buried in Titus Zane’s neck, the curve of his lips embodying satisfaction.