Scars Of A Broken Bond

“Little drunkard!” Tyrone whispered playfully, pinching Sabrina’s nose.

Tyrone felt relieved that Sabrina didn’t agree to go to the bar.

Otherwise, he feared that he might have lost control.

The heating was on, and Sabrina was wearing a thick cotton-padded jacket. She began to sweat and feel uncomfortable. She groaned and unconsciously tugged on her clothes.

After carefully unzipping the jacket, he removed it and her thick leggings, leaving only a layer of thermal underwear on her.

Perhaps due to intoxication or the heat, Sabrina’s face was flushed, her lips slightly parted, revealing her white teeth. She groaned unconsciously.

The close-fitting thermal underwear accentuated her graceful curve, making her all the more enchanting and enticing.

Tyrone had no ulterior motives. He simply wanted to make her

as he watched her, his heart raced in his chest, and his breaths came in short gasps. His mouth

if fuel was added to an

over, revealing her alluring figure as she shifted

held his breath, unable to resist any longer. Turning Sabrina over, he leaned in and

indulge in the kiss, a sensation he had longed for, craving the intimacy he had been missing for

painted Sabrina’s face, and her breath caught in her throat. Feeling

His gaze met

anticipated Sabrina’s awakening and was about to

eyes closed,