06

MELUSI XULU

ln the kitchen, their world narrows to just the two of them, caught up in the throes of forbidden desire. Nothing matters but this moment.

My lips trail down her neck, my hands working at the buttons of her blouse, and her heart pounds in her chest. She arches her back, her body begging for my touch, for the release that only l can give her.

“We shouldn’t be doing this,” she gasps