Romans & histoires When I Look Into Your Holiness

Soul to soul. Renzo hovered above me, one hand braced on the pillow beside my head, the other gently cradling my cheek. The dim light from the bedside lamp cast golden shadows across his face. God, how could someone look so perfect… and yet so wrecked, all at once? His dark eyes searched mine, not with hunger—but with worship. “Celle…” bulong niya, habang dahan-dahang hinahagod ng hinlalaki niya ang gilid ng labi ko. “I still can’t believe I’m inside you again.”