"Do I have your consent?”

"No."

"Are you sure?" Tyrone raised an eyebrow.

Sabrina bit her lip, staring into the darkness, silent.

Tyrone sensed her mixed emotions. He positioned himself over her and sealed his lips on hers.

His kiss was bold, exploring the crevices of her mouth, claiming her completely.

The sound of their kisses filled the silence.

Tyrone continued to place a trail of kisses across her breasts, finally reaching her most intimate area.

With her eyes tightly closed, Sabrina involuntarily tangled her fingers in his hair, letting out a soft moan.

After awhile, she reached the pinnacle of pleasure.

Sabrina shuddered.

Tyrone withdrew, cleaning his mouth, and was about to proceed when Sabrina abruptly pushed him away. She let out a tired yawn, murmuring, "I'm feeling sleepy now. Let's call it a night."

Tyrone found himself shocked. "Sabrina."

Yet, she gave no acknowledgement. Flipping to her side, she fell back into sleep.

Was she making a fool of him?

Later, the rhythm of her steady breath echoed in his ears.

Tyrone was lost for words.

Despite lying beside her, Tyrone was engulfed in a heat that thwarted his attempts to sleep.

He felt akin to a prostitute without getting paid for his service.

The woman next to him was the one exploiting his service without paying.