I Burned the Past, and He Burned for Me
Burping Puppyburned by my ex, reborn as his king's matefirst burn lyricsframed twice, reborn to burn"burn those who burned me!"
His fingers, rough with calluses, traced paths across my skin repeatedly, sending delightful shivers through me.
I couldn't help but let out a few soft moans.
His heavy breathing intensified, and, appearing emboldened, his hand continued its exploration lower down my body. His low, husky voice resonated in my ear, laden with a seductive quality, as he asked, "Is it alright if I continue, Cynthia?"
I lowered my gaze in a flush of shyness, a gesture that served as my implicit consent.
William could no longer suppress the overwhelming passion he felt. He immediately pulled me into his embrace.