Making Past Perfect
he whispered, his voice trembling.
The door creaked open, and as he stepped inside, his eyes found hers immediately. Her lips were ruby red, shimmering in the flickering light of a single candle.
Without thinking, without hesitation, Tino crossed the room in a few long strides. His lips met hers in a feverish kiss, his hands trembling as they moved across her body.
In his mind, they were already intertwined in a passionate embrace, her warmth enveloping him like a cocoon.
Corazon barely had to move. She simply tilted her head back, allowing the boy to indulge in his delusions. "Oh yes, lover boy," she cooed, her voice soft and seductive. "Make love to me." Her words were like poison, intoxic
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