Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny

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!" NôvelDrama.Org owns © this.

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.

A kiss ignited a warmth between them, the alcohol in their veins brewing a fervor.

Intoxicated, Quintessa's mind seemed clouded by alcohol. Tonight, she wanted to let go.

Nibbling on Tyrone's lip, she whispered, "Actions speak louder than words."

Tyrone knew he had to act or he'd never forgive himself. "Just don't regret this. Tomorrow, no matter what you say, I won't be at your beck and call.”

Quintessa's hands ventured under his T-shirt. "All this talk. Is it because you are not capable?"

"Damn it."

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In a swift move, Tyrone flipped positions, pinning Quintessa beneath him. "Time to show you I'm not a pushover. I've been too lenient with you."

Tyrone swiftly removed his clothes, scattering them across the floor.

Fire blazed in Tyrone's eyes, intense enough to incinerate Quintessa. Feeling the heat, she squirmed.

But Tyrone held her close, not allowing any distance between them.

He kissed her deeply, their bodies entwined.

Silhouettes danced on the curtain, their passion heating up the room.

Tonight's events seemed somewhat unexpected, yet at the same time, they felt inevitable.

"Quintessa, I'm not a casual person.

Once is chance, twice is choice, thrice, don't you dare tell me it's nothing. From now on, you're mine, and only mine. If I catch you flirting around, I won't let you off easy."

Quintessa squinted at the man above her, sweat dripping down his jaw and landing right on her chest.

This man was handsome, captivating, but could she ever truly belong to someone?

Quintessa thought about all the bad things

the man had done, and then about

the many more bad things waiting for her to do. Who could predict her fate in the end?

Quintessa reached out her arms, wrapping them around Tyrone like vines. "Why think so much? What's the point? We're still alive tonight."