Burning Passion: Love Never Die

Her gaze fell to the crab’s belly, swollen and pristine white. A delicate fissure revealed a glimpse of the golden treasures held within.

No longer preoccupied with imparting a lesson to the crab, Millie sighed softly.

“What a marvel it is to harbor thousands of little crabs within one womb

In an instant, Millie experienced a sense of déja vu, as if her words had echoed from a previous moment.

Recollection surged as Millie’s thoughts journeyed back to the previous night, when Marcus playfully mentioned her buttocks and the potential to bear many offspring. Strangely, she detected a shared undercurrent in these remarks, a logic that intertwined both instances. As this realization settled, Millie couldn’t help but playfully roll her eyes at him.

“What occupies your thoughts?” Marcus inquired, a mischievous Lilt in his voice.

“Oh, nothing.” Millie blushed, concealing her embarrassment with a shake of her head.

escaped Marcus’ lips before his gaze fell upon Millie’s ankle-a canvas of ivory and tenderness, graced by a conspicuous bloodstain

disposal?

her chamber, returning with an ointment cradled in her hand. Seated gracefully, she poised

anchor. Taking the ointment from her hand, his touch was as gentle as a whisper of wind on a summer’s day. Carefully, he guided her

a small amount of the white ointment onto his fingertips. The coolness of the salve

moments of injury?” Millie’s voice drifted, entranced by his gentleness. In such moments, she found

markings of time, and my visage

my love, regardless of the passage of years or the changes they bring.” Marcus reassured her,

“Do you love me?”

the air, and her brow creased

don’t hold

furrowed brows. He would even surrender to her every whim. However, her question danced within him, a puzzle he