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.

keeping her

river, Sabrina’s

sweat formed on the tip of

becoming an intense

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

glow of a nearby streetlight, their figures

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

Angela’s Library

her eyes glistening with desire. When she looked up at Tyrone, her

the urge to grab her chin, tilting her head up

found herself closely examining the dark lashes that