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.”

pledge, Millie’s hand ascended in a solemn oath, yet Marcus, swift as a zephyr, quelled the gesture and enfolded her within his embrace, a paragon

“Fret not.”

expanse, he’d bestow upon her the entirety of

the moment that Leon unmasked Millie’s alias as Aisha, a tempest of anxiety raged within Marcus. How

traverse the expanse of Millie’s brow. a caress as delicate as the flutter of a butterfly‘s wing, coaxing her heart into a faster cadence. On this

of Marcus’ extended limbs, his embrace enveloping her svelte waist, while

them perplex you?

the luminous screen, his timbre imbued with an indulgence that echoed

zephyrs, brushed against the contours of her ear,

veiled-was he a scribe of treachery, aiding

and his customary sternness yawned wide, a