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.

underwear, she suddenly said, "You

lips were hot, which made her

roughly tore off Quintessa's bra, "Hmph, even

a culinary abomination, and if he wasn't bothered

kisses trailed down

said, "Have you ever considered, if you force me against my will, I'll retaliate? I can be

I'm not afraid

Quintessa's legs with

his right hand gliding over her flat, firm belly, fingers hooking the edge of

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