Burning Passion: Love Never Die

Why had Marcus rushed through his shower with such haste? A mere moment ago, he had been enclosed within the bathroom’s embrace, and now he emerged, leaving behind its sanctuary. The sudden appearance caught her off guard.

Gazing upon the chiseled contours of Marcus’ visage against the canvas of his robust chest, Millie found herself enveloped in a shroud of shyness. With unblemished sincerity, she voiced her thoughts.

“Nay, only a solitary question did I chance upon.”

Her hand ascended to Lend support against the imposing bastion of Marcus’ chest, encountering the terrain of his robust and dewy sinews.

Her gaze lifted, encountering his intent stare. Millie’s reticence deepened, mingling with a tincture of culpability.

“I but perused the initial query. You should replace it. By my honor falsehoods shall not cross my lips.”

Marcus, swift as a zephyr, quelled the gesture and enfolded her within his embrace,

“Fret not.”

bestow upon her the entirety of his

alias as Aisha, a tempest of anxiety raged within Marcus. How ineffable was the sensation of

traverse the expanse of Millie’s brow. a caress as delicate as the flutter of a butterfly‘s wing, coaxing

ensconced within the cradle of Marcus’ extended

perplex you?

a vine, Marcus directed attention to the luminous

whisper of zephyrs, brushed against the contours of her ear, bearing with

remained veiled-was he a scribe of treachery, aiding in academic

chasm between this instance and his customary sternness yawned wide,