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.”

yet Marcus, swift as a zephyr,

“Fret not.”

bestow upon her the entirety of his possession,

of anxiety raged within Marcus.

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 eve, Marcus

plush couch. Millie found herself ensconced within the cradle of Marcus’

perplex you? Permit

digits as lithe as the tendrils of a vine, Marcus directed attention to the luminous screen, his timbre imbued with an indulgence that echoed the dulcet symphony of a

of zephyrs, brushed against the contours of her ear, bearing with them a bouquet of

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