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 her firm grip on

by the river, Sabrina’s body burned with a

on the tip of her nose as

deepened, becoming an

though he wanted to

of a nearby streetlight, their figures intertwined in an intimate

breathless, made a feeble attempt 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,

resist the urge to grab her chin, tilting her

their lips met again, and she found herself closely examining the dark lashes that framed Tyrone’s