His Destructive, Toxic Love

"What's

up?"

"I just want to be closer to you, as close as I can get." He wrapped his big hand around her waist, his warm breath tickling her ear, making her giggle.

She playfully dabbed some flour on his nose, laughing, "Get any closer, and we might skip dinner altogether.'

"Sweetheart..." His voice dropped an octave as he kissed her neck, "...I really do love you."

"Nice try." She covered the dough with cling wrap, planning to let it rise, "Just so you know, I'm not ready to forgive you that easily."

"I get it, that's why I'm trying to make it up to you." He gently caressed her waist.

"You... behave," she said, her voice turning into a soft whisper without her even realizing it.

"Can't help it." He scooped her up in his arms, kissing her as he carried her to the big bed. There was something about Eliza that he simply couldn't resist.

Just being near her.

It clouded his thoughts.

Casper laid her down, holding her chin as he kissed her passionately.

His breath was hot and urgent, his desire intense.noveldrama

He claimed her, slowly, thoroughly.

She was like a fish out of water, desperately entwining with him.

Under the night sky of the city of love, like a beast ready to consume their fiery passion. "Cas, Cas..." she gasped, her body trembling, her nails almost digging into his skin.

He nibbled the tender spot behind her ear, his breath heavy, "Say my name, will you?" Eliza's eyes were dreamy.

She was used to calling him by his full name.

She just couldn't bring herself to do it.

"You're asking for it." His lips were glued to hers, kissing her with intensity.

Things heated up quickly.

Eventually, she melted in his arms, like a gentle stream in springtime.

He held her tight, breathing heavily into her neck.

With a gentle touch, she ran her fingers through his thick hair. After a while, she murmured, "I'm... hungry?"

"Hungry, huh? Let me whip us up something." Casper gave her a lingering kiss before putting on a shirt and heading to the kitchen.

Feeling a bit sore, she stretched and got out of bed to take a shower.

She wore his white shirt, which made her look even more petite.

As she passed by the kitchen, she leaned against the doorframe, watching Casper cook with interest.

It brought back memories.

It reminded her of when they first got married.

Now it seemed like their roles had reversed.

Casper loved taking care of her, and he genuinely enjoyed it.

The water boiled in the pot.

He dropped the pasta in, then started slicing beef.

She couldn't deny, he took everything seriously.

His dedication made the flavor feel secondary.

Soon, the steaming pasta was ready.

He served Eliza a bowl first, placing it on the table, "Eat up while it's hot."

The beef was thinly sliced, covering the pasta completely.

It smelled surprisingly good. "Get yourself a bowl too, let's eat together."

"Alright, just a sec."

Two people, two bowls of pasta, surrounded by the warm steam, happiness was in the air. "Casper, there's something I haven't asked you yet."

Casper nodded, "Go on."

"Did you come to Paris just to be with me, or is there work involved She blinked her big eyes, her long lashes casting shadows in the light.

His slender fingers gently tapped her nose, smiling warmly, "Of course, came just for you, but... there's

something even more

"More important than being with me?" She pouted slightly.

"Yep." He teased.

"And here was, feeling all touched." She sighed dramatically, "Looks like Mr.

ghe journey to forgiveness

is gonna be a long one."