Burning Passion: Love Never Die

Seeking solace, Millie retreated into Marcus’ embrace once more. Her pain was
undeniable, exacerbated by the fearsome visage of the crab. She felt as if it were
attempting to devour her.
Suppressing his laughter, Marcus observed this unfamiliar vulnerability in Millie,
marveling at her willingness to unveil this facet of herself. It bestowed him with a
sense of contentment, the intimacy of the moment deepening their connection.
Although she claimed to be terrified, her expressive eyes told a different story-a
tale of her desire to sever the crab’s claws and trample upon it. Suppressing his
amusement, Marcus hesitated no longer. He dared not delay, given her obvious
distress. After all, her vulnerability was a testament to her trust in him.
Turning on the tap in the yard, he filled the sink with water before gently guiding
Millie inside.
“Sweetheart, what are you up to?" Millie’s confusion was apparent.
With unwavering patience, Marcus reassured her, “Hang on just a bit longer, my
love. When it encounters water, the crab will release its grip.”
“Can this method truly bear fruit?” Millie's voice quivered, a delicate tremor
betraying her apprehension.
Yet Marcus’ actions proved to be the compass guiding them to success. As
Millie's ankle surrendered to the water's tender caress, the crab, like a prisoner
granted freedom, finally released its grip.
Millie's eyes flickered with astonishment, a kaleidoscope of emotions swirling
within her gaze as she fixed it upon Marcus, a newfound reverence gleaming
therein.
Nevertheless, the site where the crab had clamped down bore the crimson badge
of its conquest, a prominent bloodstain, and an undeniable swell that set it apart
from the unblemished skin,
Exiting the sink, Millie's posture transformed into one of contemplation. She knelt,
her gaze a steadfast beam upon the crab, her hand reaching out to claim it.
Yet the crab, perhaps sensing retribution in the air, brandished its mighty claws
with swift determination, a battle standard unfurled in warning.
Millie, gripped by fear, cast the creature aside, her actions swift and decisive, lest
its clutches seize her again.
In the aftermath, Millie’s startled cry pierced the tranquility, stirring Marcus from
his reverie. He couldn't help but laugh.
Determined not to reveal her fear, Millie persevered, “Darling, do you prefer crabs
steamed or fried?” she inquired. Marcus, a silent contemplator, withheld his
response.
Millie, her chin resting daintily upon her hands, cast a sidelong glance.
“Honey, do you think that ending the life of this crab might curtail my own? Yet, it
was it that sought to wound me first.”
Pain, an unrelenting specter, lingered in her memory. The crab’s grip had held
her for what felt like an eternity. Even in its absence, the ache endured, a
constant reminder of her desire for retribution.
“Are you truly intent on its demise the stakes. Marcus, arching an eyebrow,
raised
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She dared not approach the crab,
much less contemplate its demise.
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Before Millie could reply, Marcus unraveled the crab’s enigma.
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This crab, my dear, is with a child,
poised to usher forth tens of
thousands of tiny lives. Should you
end its existence, you risk a divine
retribution that could abbreviate your

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Millie stood thunderstruck. The crab was pregnant?