She had a captivating smell.

He knew how good she smelled, of course.

Those memories, once dormant, now surfaced.

Desire burst out from Tyrone's body, burning more and more fiercely like a fire.

Drawn irresistibly, Tyrone deepened their embrace, his hand trailing from her cheek, past her ear, to the nape of her neck, causing her to shudder.

Their closeness made it unmistakable for Sabrina to sense Tyrone's growing intensity.

The sharp taste of wine served as a poignant reminder of the unpredictability that alcohol might induce in Tyrone.

She was flustered and struggled desperately. “Let go of me... Stop..."

Little did she realize that her resistance only fueled Tyrone's growing inability to rein in his desires.

With alcohol fueling his senses, a burning heat enveloped Tyrone.

Overwhelming desire threatened to overshadow his reason.

He momentarily relaxed his grip on her wrists.

Sabrina mistakenly believed he'd set her free.

But in the blink of an eye, she felt the cold air on her chest. Tyrone, with assertive hands, slid down her off-shoulder dress, caressing her breasts delicately. They felt incredibly soft under his touch.

“No... Hmm..."

Caught off guard, a soft moan escaped her lips.

Tyrone was consumed by desire.

Suddenly, the sound of approaching steps echoed outside. Someone halted right in front of the bathroom door.

They tried to turn the handle, but the door stood firm.

The voice from outside called out, puzzled, “Hello? Is anyone in there? Can you please open up?"