Little drunkard! Tyrone whispered playfully, pinching Sabrinas nose.
Tyrone felt relieved that Sabrina didnt agree to go to the bar.
Otherwise, he feared that he might have lost control.
The heating was on, and Sabrina was wearing a thick cotton-padded jacket. She began to sweat and feel uncomfortable. She groaned and unconsciously tugged on her clothes.
After carefully unzipping the jacket, he removed it and her thick leggings, leaving only a layer of thermal underwear on her.
Perhaps due to intoxication or the heat, Sabrinas face was flushed, her lips slightly parted, revealing her white teeth. She groaned unconsciously.
The close-fitting thermal underwear accentuated her graceful curve, making her all the more enchanting and enticing.
At first, Tyrone had no ulterior motives. He simply wanted to make her more comfortable.
However, as he watched her, his heart raced in his chest, and his breaths came in short gasps. His mouth was dry, and he couldnt think of anything else but her.
When she emitted occasional groans, it was as if fuel was added to an already blazing fire.
Unconsciously, Sabrina turned over, revealing her alluring figure as she shifted sideways.
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He held his breath, unable to resist any longer. Turning Sabrina over, he leaned in and passionately kised her captivating red lips. ALL his self-control slipped away.
Tyrone couldnt help but indulge in the kis, a sensation he had longed for, craving the intimacy he had been missing for so long.
A deepening crimson hue painted Sabrinas face, and her breath caught in her throat. Feeling uncomfortable, she opened her eyes and gently pushed him away. Tyrone?
Tyrone was stunned. His gaze met Sabrinas.
He hadnt anticipated Sabrinas awakening and was about to explain.
To his surprise, Sabrinas eyes closed, and a murmur escaped her Lips.
Why did I dream of you? I dont want to dream of you at all.
Those words hit Tyrone like a blow, and his expression clouded over.
If she didnt want to dream of him, then who did she want to dream of?
Bradley? Or Trevor? Or the man who had a baby with her?
A surge of anger coursed through Tyrone, his jaw clenching tightly. As he noticed Sabrina about to say something further, he leaned down, kising her lips in a passionate, almost rough kis.
A soft moan escaped Sabrinas lips in response.
The heated exchange of breath between them only stoked the flames of her inner heat, with her fingers clumsily tugging at her clothes in a bid for relief from the escalating temperature.