Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny

With their clothes strewn across the floor, the black satin shimmered coldly under the light. Despite the temperature in the room climbing, it did nothing to warm the chill off the fabric. There was no awkwardness, no shyness-everything just fell into place. Memories flooded back, as vivid as if it were happening right in front of her.

Three years ago, their entanglement in that hotel room was so clear in her mind.

There was no intimacy closer than what they shared at that moment.

Quintessa held Tyrone close; her nails were perfectly manicured and painted a deep, enchanting black, so beautiful yet so dangerous. As she ran her fingers down Tyrone's back, her sharp nails and undeniable strength left trails of red on his body, drawing lines that soon welled with blood.

Quintessa gazed up at the crystal chandelier above them. The ceiling wasn't high, but right now, it seemed so far away.

Sweat dripped from Tyrone's forehead, and soaked into the sheets. He'd craved this moment for so long, and the taste was as delicious as he'd imagined. Yet, strangely, he felt it wasn't enough. What was he still missing?

of the bed, and pulled out a pack of cigarettes from the drawer. As she lighted one, the tip glowed in the dim room, with smoke swirling around her. Her cheeks flushed, and

not holding it against me. Since I

as a still lake, yet very serious and

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stubbed out her cigarette

about following her but remained seated. He needed to

traces of their encounter, Quintessa cleaned

said,

expression darkened, "Clarify

crept into Tyrone's heart, like he was holding sand in his palmehe was desperate to grasp it tighter, yet felt

wanted. Let's consider we're even

confirmed her belief that no man was trustworthy, and the