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.

his gaze fell upon Millie’s ankle-a canvas of ivory and

your disposal?

ointment cradled in her hand. Seated gracefully, she poised herself

beside her, his presence a reassuring 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 leg onto his lap,

of the white ointment onto his fingertips. The coolness of the salve touched her skin like a soothing caress. Even his finger’s roughness was barely discernible as he applied it

we age, will you care for me in my moments of injury?” Millie’s voice drifted, entranced by his

of time, and my visage may lose its luster,” she mused, a thread of insecurity

devoted to you, my love, regardless of the

“Do you love me?”

hung in the air, and

don’t

even surrender to her every whim. However, her question danced within him, a puzzle he struggled