Quintessa chuckled, her cheeks flushed, hair tousled, eyes glazed. Under the dim light, she resembled a seductive nymph. Leaning forward, her neckline revealed more than intended, captivating Tyrone completely. He couldn't help but think that no scenic beauty could compare to the sight before him.

Quintessa's short nails traced a tingling path along Tyrone's neck, sending shivers down his spine.

With a slightly husky voice, Quintessa murmured, "It's okay. I can be reckless."

In such a moment, any man would turn into a wolf, pouncing at the opportunity before him. Though Tyrone's body responded uncontrollably, the lesson from last time was still vivid in his mind. "Why do I feel so uneasy?" He wondered.

Alcohol fueled Quintessa's courage, her impulsive side taking over as she grabbed Tyrone's chin. "Hey, why so hesitant. Are you a man or not?"

Tyrone, standing his ground, replied, "Of course, I am."

Quintessa tilted her head, studying him for a moment before challenging, "Prove it, then!"

Tyrone felt as if his heart was shot. "You asked for it. And later, don't you dare, mmm."

His words were silenced by Quintessa's lips, her hands pinning his wrists down. Their hands intertwined, fingers locked together.

kiss ignited a warmth between them, the

mind seemed clouded by alcohol. Tonight, she

lip, she whispered, "Actions speak louder

never forgive himself. "Just don't regret this. Tomorrow, no matter what you say, I won't be

this talk. Is it because you

"Damn it."

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positions, pinning Quintessa beneath him. "Time to show you I'm not a pushover. I've been too lenient

his clothes, scattering them across the

in Tyrone's eyes, intense enough to

close, not allowing

deeply, their

danced on the curtain, their passion heating up the

seemed somewhat unexpected, yet at

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