Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

Her soft, coquettish voice seemed to drive Tyrone wild with desire.

Tyrone groaned, slowing down as beads of sweat formed on his forehead and streamed down the side of his face.

Their intimate encounter extended well into the evening, the room bathed in the warm glow of the fading daylight as Sabrina lay on the sofa, closing her eyes and catching her breath.

Although Tyrone had admitted his mistakes, he was still angry at Sabrina for putting him through hell these last few days, which fueled his actions.

However, he knew he was wrong, so he sought solace in the bedroom, using every trick to elicit comfort from Sabrina.

Reflecting on his strategies, Sabrina felt a shy blush creeping onto her face. Previously, Sabrina rarely addressed Tyrone with the endearing term “honey.” But now, with their rekindled love, it appeared to hold significant importance for him.

Sabrina heard

Alarmed, she realized what he intended to do and

“Don’t take any pictures!”

take some photos together?” Tyrone suggested,

kicked him. “And put your clothes on.” She didn’t want to see him walking

the camera on the table. “What do you want for dinner? I’ll have

“There are a lot of ingredients in

“Got it,” Tyrone replied.

conditioning barely taking the edge off

Sabrina headed to the bedroom for fresh clothes. Just as she was about to step into the

the door could close, Tyrone slipped in, teasing,