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.

the only thing keeping her

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

sweat formed on the tip of her

deepened, becoming an intense and passionate

as though he wanted to meld her into his very

the soft glow of a nearby streetlight, their figures intertwined in

away, but he lingered, gently running his tongue

Angela’s Library

heavily, her face flushed and her eyes glistening with desire. When she looked up at Tyrone, her gaze held a

urge to grab her chin, tilting her

as their lips met again, and she found herself closely examining