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.
A soft snort of amusement escaped Marcus’ lips before his gaze fell upon Millie's
ankle-a canvas of ivory and tenderness, graced by a conspicuous bloodstain that
rendered the injury all the more vivid against its pallid backdrop.
“Do you possess any anti-inflammatory salves at your disposal? It is imperative
you tend to your wound.”
Millie nodded affirmatively. She rose from her seat and made her way to her
chamber, returning with an ointment cradled in her hand. Seated gracefully, she
poised herself upon a chair, intent on attending to her injury with the utmost care.
Marcus settled into a seat 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, a gesture both tender
and intimate.
“Allow me to assist you,” Marcus whispered. He squeezed a small amount 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 with tenderness.
“Honey, when we age, will you care for me in my moments of injury?” Millie's
voice drifted, entranced by his gentleness. In such moments, she found herself
consumed by affection for him, yearning for eternal happiness.
“If 1 age, my skin will bear the markings of time, and my visage may lose its
luster,” she mused, a thread of insecurity weaving through her words.
“Silly, what thoughts occupy your mind? My heart is eternally devoted to you, my
love, regardless of the passage of years or the changes they bring.” Marcus
reassured her, his patience unwavering.
“Do you love me?”
Millie's question hung in the air, and her brow creased in contemplation.
“You believe I don't hold affection for you?”
Marcus’ perplexity manifested in his furrowed brows. He would even surrender to
her every whim. However, her question danced within him, a puzzle he struggled
to decipher.
A shadow of guilt passed over Marcus as he met her gaze-those eyes that
flickered with vulnerability. Her words struck a chord within him.
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Millie recounted, her voice tinged with
sadness. Memories of their turbulent
past resurfaced, revealing a history of
discord and animosity. Yet she, too,
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Marcus realized the weight of her
recollections and the gravity of her
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He extended a heartfelt apology.