Chapter 32. Luna

Marcel traced kisses along my curves. He stopped at my waist and flipped me on my back. I arched my back and leaned into his lips. A girl could get used to waking up like this. Marcel was so concentrated as if he’d been tasked to do something that would save the world.

“Marcel,” I moaned.

A low growl came from his throat as a response.

“You’re everything I want, Paris. I can’t say it enough.”

He kissed every part of my body, turning me on with his feather soft kisses. Suddenly Marcel stopped.

“What?” I opened my eyes.

He traced his finger on my belly close to my belly button. His brows burrowed and his lips formed a straight line.

“Marcel?” I sat up.

His heated gaze turned to me.

“Did he do this?” he demanded.

“What?” I frowned.

“The scar, Paris, the scar. Was it him? Did he do this?”

I swallowed. Oh, Rafael. I peeked at the scar and shut my eyes. I shook my head.

“That didn’t come fro