When Desire Becomes A Sin
“Absolutely perfect.”
I curled closer, exhausted and euphoric, letting my fingers trace lazy patterns along his back. “So are you,” I whispered. “Always mine.”
He smiled softly, pressing a gentle kiss to my hairline, then pulling me into a tight, possessive hug. “Always,” he repeated, voice filled with quiet promise. “Forever yours. And I’m never letting go.”
Wrapped in the warmth of each other, steam curling around us, the sounds of the waves outside a soft serenade, I realized something profound this honeymoon wasn’t just about passion it was about us, about love, trust, and claiming every moment together, fully and entirely.
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