Chapter 85

Renee’s need for air finally forced him to break the kiss, though clearly, he hadn't had his fill. “Achoo!" She sneezed again, bending away. As she tried to speak,Marcelo pushed her against the wall to kiss her again. This kiss was more intense, almost punishing. Renee felt a twinge of pain, struggling for breath as she pounded on his chest. "Hmmp!" Marcelo finally released her when her breath became labored. His gaze was lustful, and his hand, which had been cradling her head, slid down to the back of her neck. He held it gently yet firmly, akin to how one would hold a delicate kitten, and spoke in a low, raspy voice. "Renee, do you remember who I am to you? Huh?" Renee, gasping for air, met his eyes. His hand had found its way to the front of her jeans. “My husband. You're my husband," she managed to say, quickly grasping his hand, uncertain of his intentions. Marcelo nodded, a look of satisfaction crossing his face. "Good, you remember." He then withdrew his hand from her clothing.