Spoiled By My Nine Beast Husbands (Emma Tibarn) novel Chapter 245

**TITLE: When She Opened the Door to the Life She Was Afraid to Live by Nora Vale Kingsley 245**
**Chapter 245 Unexpected Heat**

In moments of seriousness, Marcus possessed a striking handsomeness that was hard to ignore.

With deliberate precision, his long fingers began to unbutton the first clasp of her shirt. As the fabric parted, revealing a small patch of her delicate, pale skin at the collarbone, he felt a sudden dryness grip his throat. He swallowed reflexively, the action betraying the tumult of emotions swirling within him.

A familiar warmth surged in his chest, igniting a fire that he had tried so hard to keep at bay.

His gaze was drawn irresistibly to Emma’s lips, which she had intentionally painted a soft, pale hue. For a fleeting moment, an overwhelming urge to kiss her enveloped him; he longed to feel her warmth against him, to hold her tightly, and to dive into something more intimate than they had ever shared.

“Marcus, maybe I should do it myself,” Emma suggested, her voice steady yet laced with uncertainty.

The moment Emma caught the burning desire in his eyes, her heart raced, skipping a beat in response. She instinctively raised her hand, a gentle barrier to halt his advance once more.

She was carrying a child now, a reality that imposed limits on her actions. There were boundaries that she felt she had to respect, even if her heart yearned for more.

Marcus’s hand paused midair, halted by the softness of her fingers. Instead of retreating, he grasped her hand gently, pulling her closer, as if trying to bridge the gap between their worlds.

“Don’t be scared,” he murmured, his voice low and gravelly, imbued with warmth as it brushed against her ear. “I’m not an animal.”

His words did little to soothe her; instead, they sent a shiver down her spine, making the fine hairs on her arms stand on end.

The air in the bathroom was thick with heat, almost stifling, pressing down on her chest and making it difficult to draw in a breath.

While Marcus might not have been an animal, the intensity of his gaze and the raw energy radiating from him felt far more dangerous.

Soon, their clothes lay discarded on the floor, remnants of their hesitations.

In the next heartbeat, he lifted Emma with utmost care, placing her gently into the bathtub filled with warm water. The heat enveloped her like a comforting embrace, chasing away the lingering chill of the room.

Marcus knelt beside the tub, his posture exuding a quiet reverence as he looked down at her, his silver hair catching the steam that swirled around them.

He reached through the rising mist, his hand brushing against her damp cheek, a tender gesture that sent ripples of warmth through her.

Water cascaded down his chiseled features, tracing the lines of his sharp collarbone, a captivating sight that made her heart race.

Beneath the calm surface of his gaze, however, there was a tempest brewing, a storm of emotions that could sweep her away at any moment.

“Do you still need my help?” he asked, his voice rough and textured, yet strangely alluring.

“No,” Emma replied, turning her gaze away, her heart pounding in her chest.

If she allowed him to assist her any longer, she feared she would lose herself completely before he ever did.

“Marcus, please wait outside,” she insisted, her voice firm yet tinged with vulnerability.

He remained where he was, unmoving. “You’re still unwell. I can’t leave you like this. Besides, that rabbit will get suspicious if I do.”

Emma felt as though she had dug a deep hole for herself, one she couldn’t escape from.

Somehow, she managed to finish her bath, though the experience felt surreal, as if she were watching from a distance.

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