Chapter 51 I'm a Rogue at Heart

Marielle Duvall was completely stunned. She never expected Rowan Blackwood to kiss her first—especially after three years of marriage during which he had never once initiated a kiss. Even when they slept together, it was mechanical, routine. He had never allowed her to touch his lips. To Rowan, the lips were sacred. She used to think she wasn't worthy. But what was this now? While Marielle was still dazed, Rowan had already forced his way past her teeth, his agile tongue sweeping in to conquer every corner of her mouth. The taste of mango filled her mouth. He used to refuse mango at all costs, but now he found the flavor so sweet—so deeply intoxicating it seeped into his bones. Marielle finally came to her senses and shoved him away. Then—*slap!*—a sharp slap cracked across his face. Rowan's cheek instantly swelled, standing out vividly against the bruises on his neck. "Rowan Blackwood, have you lost your mind?" Marielle's breath was ragged; her entire body trembled. Five years! And sh