Scars Of A Broken Bond

“I have no idea.” Sabrina, putting on a pretense of innocence, played along.

But her words were a deceit.

“Then, perhaps I should help you know.”

Tyrone, undeterred, took matters into his own hands. He gently tilted her head and leaned in to kiss her.

Their lips met, and a sensuous dance of breath began.

His kiss was fiery, commanding, and intense.

Sabrina’s eyelids fluttered, and for a moment, she struggled to catch her breath.

only thing keeping her upright was

the cold night air by the river, Sabrina’s body burned with a passionate

formed on the tip of

becoming an intense and passionate

with increasing fervor, as though he wanted to meld her into his

streetlight, their figures intertwined in an

a feeble attempt to push Tyrone away, but he lingered, gently running his tongue

Angela’s Library

her face flushed and her eyes glistening with desire. When she looked

to grab

Sabrina murmured as their lips met again, and she found