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?

drawer. As she lighted one, the tip glowed in

spoke, "I owe you a lot, Tyrone. I've used you more times than I can count. Thanks for not holding it against me.

still lake, yet very serious and sincere. But

"What, have a

"Yeah, you

her cigarette and

her but remained seated. He needed to ponder over her words. Why did they

fatigue and traces of their encounter, Quintessa cleaned herself up, changed into fresh

on her shoes under the light, she said,

"Clarify what you

was

you wanted. Let's

Alexander. It confirmed her belief that no man was trustworthy, and the only person she could trust was