Scars Of A Broken Bond

Sabrina’s heart raced at the sight of him. She quickly pressed the button to snap photos, her ears slightly reddening. “That’s it. Now unbutton your shirt.”

Sabrina fiddled with the camera, adjusting the settings again.

Following her instructions, Tyrone took off his tie, offering a faint smile. He raised his eyebrows and gracefully, and ever so slowly, unbuttoned his shirt.

He was seducing her. His fingers fell away, and the white shirt came undone.

Sabrina’s breath grew heavier. His body radiated strength with sculpted muscles that drew the eye. Tiny droplets of water lingered on his skin, tracing an enticing path along the contours of his body before slowly trickling down into his pants and disappearing.

Sabrina held her breath, capturing photos rapidly.

The situation felt increasingly uncontrollable.

In a swift motion, Tyrone grabbed his clothes and took off his shirt.

He tossed it to the ground, looking at her. His bare upper body was exposed. He wore pants, emanating handsomeness in the sunlight.

Sabrina, feeling a sudden thirst, swallowed nervously.

Tyrone touched the leather belt around his hips, shooting her a faint smile. “Do I need to take off this too?”

“Yes… You can unbuckle it…”

Tyrone raised his eyebrows, teasing, “Are you sure?”

Without waiting for Sabrina’s response, he placed his hand on the button of his suit pants, his fingers tracing its shape. He unbuttoned it. Then the zipper… The black suit pants hung loosely around his waist.

Sabrina took a deep breath, trying to calm the flutter in her stomach. She looked around the room and pointed at the corner. “Sit there.”

Tyrone complied and settled down, resting his against the wall with a composed air. His chin lifted ever so slightly, and his narrowed eyes, reflecting the warm sunlight, carried a captivating depth and charm, He was so handsome! This is the property of Nô-velDrama.Org.

Sabrina, bending over to get good angles, took numerous photos of Tyrone.

The shirt she hastily put on was not buttoned up. Unbeknownst to her, when Sabrina crouched forward, the top of her breasts was in full view.

Tyrone’s eyes darkened immediately. The soft light from the window fell on her face, accentuating her fair skin in a golden glow.

“Do you still need me to take off the rest of my clothes?” Tyrone slowly pulled out his belt, the leather sliding out of place, his voice husky.

After a short pause, Sabrina replied, “No. It’s fine.”

“I don’t think so.” A roguish grin stretched across Tyrone’s lips.

“What?” Locking eyes with him, Sabrina realized there was no escaping now.

She didn’t even have the chance to take off her clothes, but he had sex with her.