Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny

Quintessa clammed up at that moment, no longer resisting. Tyrone had laid it all out clearly, leaving no room for further discussion. But she felt uncomfortable about giving in like this tonight. Seeing Quintessa stop struggling, a wicked smile played on Tyrone's lips. He slowed down, leisurely starting to unbutton his shirt: "Not resisting? No more protests? Ready to throw in the towel?" Quintessa chuckled: "What else do you expect? Should I lie down and say, 'Mr. York, please enjoy yourself"?"

Tyrone's previously slow movements became rough. With a fierce tug, the remaining buttons of his shirt burst off, scattering across the floor. Pinning her down, his smile turned devilishly charming, utterly captivating. He gripped Quintessa's chin, saying, "I like the that attitude. Since you're so eager, I guess I'll just have to oblige."

Quintessa swore inwardly.

She felt herself was no match to Tyrone, who was what they called the epitome of being despicable.

Tyrone pressed his lips against Quintessa's collarbone, finding it incredibly beautiful and alluring. His breathing grew heavy, his long-suppressed desire nearing its breaking point.

As Tyrone reached to tear off Quintessa's seamless underwear, she suddenly said, "You said I'm like a dead fish. Can you even get in the mood?"

Quintessa's voice remained calm. Tyrone's lips were hot, which made her body tremble slightly, but it didn't affect her rationality. This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

Tyrone looked up, his eyes slightly red, a predatory fervor within them. He roughly tore off Quintessa's bra, "Hmph, even if you were canned sardines, I'd still have an appetite."

Quintessa was speechless. Canned sardines were practically a culinary abomination, and if he wasn't bothered by that, what more could she say?

Tyrone's kisses trailed down from

her collarbone to her chest, causing Quintessa's body to shiver slightly She then said, "Have you ever considered, if you force me against my will, I'll retaliate? I can be quite vengeful."

Tyrone's voice was hoarse: "Bring it on. I'm not afraid of your revenge; I'm afraid you won't."

He parted Quintessa's legs with one.

knee, his right hand gliding over her flat, firm belly, fingers hooking the edge of her underwear. Witha tug, Quintessa felt a chill down below.

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Looking up, his eyes bloodshot, Tyrone stared intently into Quintessa's cool eyes: "Quintessa, it's been three years. I'm your first man, and I'll also be your last."

Quintessa almost laughed at that statement.

"To say that so soon. You might be the first, but the last, who knows? The kind of woman like me, as you know, is never short of men."

The last man?

How far could she and Tyrone really go? What were they now? Nothing. To talk about the last man was utterly ridiculous.

Tyrone gritted his teeth: "At this moment, I think you'd better shut up, damn it."

Tyrone was ready to get down to business, only to realize he hadn't taken off his pants yet. He cursed silently and immediately reached for his belt.