The Rising Temperature between Me and My “Step-brother”
With that sexy, knee-weakening, low, hoarse voice, he whispered over and over again, deeply and urgently, like a devout prayer or a fervent confession:
"Wendy, I love you... Do you know how much I love you? All these years, I've thought of you every night... Baby, I've missed you like crazy... I love you, only you..."
Tender kisses, accompanying each of his confessions, fell delicately on her forehead, eyelids, the tip of her nose, her lips. Wendy's eyes were moist and red-rimmed. She opened her teary, dazed eyes slightly to find Asher staring unwaveringly into her eyes. In those eyes, all pretense and hardness had faded, leaving only unreserved, surging, profound love that almost threatened
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