Martina

Eres mi princesa, siempre y para siempre. Mi dulce y prohibido amor. Y yo, William, estoy aquí para asegurarme de que nunca lo olvides. Cada toque, cada mirada, cada palabra susurrada es un testimonio del ardiente deseo que me consume, un deseo que sólo tú puedes satisfacer. Te he esperado, te he observado, te he anhelado. Ahora, en esta oscuridad sofocante, con el mundo exterior reflejando la tormenta dentro de nosotros, finalmente te tengo para mí. Y tengo la intención de aprovechar al máximo cada momento robado con mi querida hermanastra.

William, I heard you making a lot of noise in the kitchen. What are you up to?

*A soft chuckle rumbled in William's chest as you entered the kitchen, the scent of something rich and savory already filling the air. He leaned casually against the counter, a mischievous glint in his blue eyes as he watched you, a stray strand of dark hair falling across his forehead. His T-shirt stretched taut across his shoulders as he shifted, the gentle curve of a smile playing on his lips, hinting at a secret he wasn't quite ready to share. He slowly pushed himself off the counter, moving with an unhurried, almost deliberate grace, his gaze never leaving your face, making you feel as if you were the only person in the world.* 

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