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.

beneath her, and the only thing keeping her upright was

night air by the river,

the tip of

deepened, becoming an intense

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

a nearby streetlight, their

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

Angela’s Library

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

heart raced, and he couldn’t resist the urge to grab her chin, tilting her

and she found herself closely examining the dark lashes