Marianne My hands trembled that I found it unexplainable hard to pick the shirt. I found it difficult to comprehend what he said as I stared at it blankly, my mind unable to process the information. I inched my brown eyes at him, wishing that all this madden emotions that we’re surging through his eyes would disappear. Under his unbearable torturing, hot crunching gaze, I hung my head down, unmoved. With an unwavering demeanor and a lack of vitality, I carefully curled my finger to seize the shirt, and as I did so, the intoxicating and robust scent of his masculinity invaded my nostrils. Ezekiel pinned his impatient orbs down at me and I could swear that he was delighted at my present condition, as my skin was tarnished with red handprints, which was a sole proof of what I passed through in his hands. His voice fell into my eardrums, and a shiver passed through my spine, halting my movements. “You look so endearing in this condition that it’s tempting, so tempting, that I wan
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