Burning Passion: Love Never Die

Millie’s compliance was unswerving; she submitted herself to his enfoldment, bearing witness to his occasional excesses of ardor.

Subsequently, Marcus produced his cellular device, dialing Derek’s number, and his request was delineated with precision. “Convey unto us two portions of Light repast.”

Foreseeing that Millie’s appetite might have waned in the wake of her recent indisposition, Marcus chose a nourishing selection.

“Is the discomfort still with you?” In the aftermath of the call, Marcus’ touch gravitated towards her abdomen, his gesture invested with a tenderness that belied his typically steely demeanor.

“No, the pain has subsided.” Millie’s assurance carried solace to Marcus’ heart. The current moment radiated warmth, breathing new vitality into his existence.

In those harrowing days on the island, he bore witness to a ceaseless parade of death, each night a procession of souls departing. The ordeal had left him akin to a living specter. Upon emerging from that crucible, he seized the reins of the Thomas Group, an unyielding vessel helmed by his cold resolve. The organization evolved under his unwavering leadership into the entity it stands as today.

pragmatic arrangement to appease the elders. The concept of love was absent from

currency of love eluded his grasp, as

presence rendered him malleable, his austere exterior giving way to a gentle warmth. He yearned to consign

embers of his passion. Within those syllables, he discovered

Marcus maneuvered the tendrils of Millie’s hair aside,

a languid pace, Marcus closed the distance, his lips tracing an itinerary across

her fists clenched, her visage averted, yet

penetrating and his voice a husky caress.

lips parted, the word “Honey” leaving them with a

materialized with dinner in tow, and

penchant for possessiveness was palpable, albeit fortunate that no prying