My heart in flames

CHAPTER 1: WILL YOU MARRY ME WYN ?

Sitting on the couch, his legs trembling as his gaze darted around, searching for any sign of her.

Suddenly, she emerged from the stairs-blonde, curvy, and stunning. She wore sleek white shorts that hugged her hips, clinging just below her cheekbones, and an explosive crop top.

"What do you think you're doing?" he stuttered weakly, his breath shaky, as he clasped his thighs together, attempting to compose himself.

"Is that supposed to be a question for me, Malvern?" She beamed, her tone more inquisitive than accusatory, as she took slow strides toward him.

He balled his sweaty palms, his eyes aching, his head pounding, and he felt himself dripping with moist sweat.

"I thought you just dropped by to visit me. Why are you suddenly leaving?" He managed to ask, despite the lump forming in his throat and his dim eyes.

She traced her fingers to his pants and brought out his already erect dick, giving the cap a soft squeeze and a soft kiss. A sly grin curved her lips as a newfound happiness washed over her.

"You know, Malvern, I can tell you're wondering why you're reacting more intensely than usual... Well, that's because I slipped something into your drink!" She snapped, her eyes flashing with a sudden fierce intensity, as she got up from him.

Malvern raised his eyes, shocked by her revelation.

"Why... why would you do that?" he asked, barely above a whisper.

A soft chuckle escaped her lips as she trailed her fingers down his chest, her touch sending shivers down his spine. Her fingers brushed against his erection, and he reacted instinctively.

"Oh, dear, I can see you're so surprised. Do you really want to know why I did that? Well, it's because you aren't loyal to me. You're with me, Malvern, yet you dare to flirt with other women."

He couldn't believe his ears.

"What's this all about? As far as I remember, we're just fuck mates... Why are you suddenly concerned about how I live my life?" he retorted.

Her eyes darkened with anger, and she stood up, patting his face slightly.

"You know what? I'll love to see you suffer tonight!" She smiled wickedly, storming out of the house.

"And don't bother looking for your drugs; I took them with me!" she smiled, swiping the pack in the air.

"No... no... no, wait! You can't just leave me like this!" he whispered, his body screaming for release.

His body stirred, a wildfire spreading through his veins, as he felt his rod harden, pleading to burst out of his pants. His heart pounded, his breath quickened, and his skin tingled. Every nerve pulsed with anticipation, his senses heightened to unbearable levels. Rationality fled, replaced by primal hunger.

His mind reeled, thoughts fragmenting into chaotic images. His body screamed for satisfaction, straining toward her like a magnet. Nothing else existed, only the urgent, throbbing present, consumed by a single imperative: to possess, to claim, to !satiate the raging inferno within.

Sex was all his body craved.

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She collapsed onto the expansive bed, stretching her muscles while fixing her gaze on the ceiling. The night was eerily calm, a silence she'd grown accustomed to since returning home from work each day. Her once vibrant home now felt deserted, shrouded in a dark aura. Blinking slowly, she let her lengthy brown hair cascade onto the pillow. Retrieving her phone, she unlocked it with her fingerprint. The screen revealed a plethora of apps, but one caught her attention-a dating site.

"When did I install this?" she wondered aloud, her voice barely above a whisper. Suddenly, memories flooded back. A colleague, who'd been pestering her to get a boyfriend, had borrowed her phone.

"So this is what she's been up to," Wynter hissed, her disgust evident. She decided to delete the app but was interrupted by a flurry of messages from the dating site.

"Let's see what this is about," she whispered, curiosity piqued. The messages were from a single individual (Black Bird).

"Hello, cutie... let's get to know each other." Wynter rolled her eyes. "Guess this one can't contain himself-a typical horny man, as usual." She typed out a response, her annoyance palpable.

"What's your deal, exactly, dude?" She added an irritated sticker for emphasis. Just as she was about to switch off her phone, a reply arrived.

"My deal is you, baby... What's your name?" Wynter scoffed, incredulous. A sly smile spread across her face.

"My name's Wynter Bliss, and that's more reason you should back off, dude!" She replied.

Wynter Bliss, a 19-year-old with a petite, chubby build, had long brown hair that fell below her shoulders. Her blue eyes sparkled, and her lips had a distinctive black-purple hue. Her round face was a picture of innocence. After her parents' tragic demise, Wynter inherited their house. Despite her relatives' offers to take her in, she chose to live alone, a decision only she understood.

The mysterious stranger's response arrived, making Wynter's eyes widen.