Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

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Oblivious to her exposure, she guided Tyrone’s hands to her.
A mental buzz overtook him, and he pinched her involuntarily.
“Hmm.
Her sexy moan made his eyes flare, but he struggled to control himself, querying the helicopter pilot, “How Long will it take?”
“Twenty minutes to Geelong,” the pilot replied, referring to the nearest city among the surrounding small towns.
Half-conscious, Sabrina called his name. “Tyrone?”
“Yes, it’s me,” he assured, clutching her hand.
After the divorce, she always addressed him as her brother. Only in moments like these would she refer to him as Tyrone, as if
their divorce hadn’t happened.
“I’m so hot. Hurry up...” she murmured, tearing at his shirt.
For her, Tyrone was salvation.
Tyrone’s mind went blank, and his blood started to heat up.
His throat bobbed with nervousness, and his forehead glistened with sweat. He clasped Sabrina’s hand firmly and assured,
“Hang in there, Sabrina. We’re almost at the hospital.”
“I don’t feel good. Can you help me?” Sabrina wept, on the verge of tears.
Tyrone’s torment was both physical and emotional.
He closed his eyes, feeling torn inside.
Suddenly, Sabrina wrapped her arms around his shoulder and bit his Lip.
Tyrone dodged, and she bit his neck instead.
Unable to resist any longer, he grasped her chin and kissed her, his other hand venturing under her dress...

“Tyrone...” Sabrina’s eyes were closed as she wrapped her arms around Tyrone’s neck, responding with passion.
Lost in the embrace, Tyrone’s tongue slowly entered Sabrina’s mouth.
His eyes, filled with restrained desire, lowered to meet hers, and he adjusted the tempo of his caresses.
Sabrina’s eyes narrowed, her face glowing red. Opening her moist, red Lips, she let out a moan.
Tyrone placed a hand over her lips to silence her, causing Sabrina to furrow her brow.
She closed her eyes and her breathing became more rapid, her moans softer