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.”

her pledge, Millie’s hand ascended in a solemn oath, yet Marcus, swift as a zephyr, quelled the

“Fret not.”

her desire dare to traverse the boundless expanse, he’d bestow upon her the entirety of his possession, Let alone a

anxiety raged within Marcus. How ineffable was the sensation

delicate as the flutter of a butterfly‘s wing, coaxing her heart into a faster cadence. On this eve, Marcus

of Marcus’ extended

perplex you? Permit me to

as lithe as the tendrils of a vine, Marcus directed attention to the luminous

as tender as the whisper of zephyrs, brushed against the contours of

a scribe of treachery, aiding

instance and his customary sternness yawned wide, a dichotomy that left her