Chapter 72: Her cries
"Tryson," Angel breathed out, her voice heavy with unrestrained pleasure as she gripped the edges of the bed sheets with a fierce intensity.
At that very moment, she pressed her face into the plush fabric, her lips grazing the surface as she gently bit down, fully immersing herself in the exquisite sensations that enveloped her.
She found herself utterly overwhelmed, adrift in a tidal wave of ecstasy, her eyes closing softly as she indulged in every blissful heartbeat of the experience.
Tryson lifted his gaze toward her, completely enchanted by the serene happiness that radiated from her.
A warm, genuine smile blossomed across his face as he took in the sight of Angel, who seemed utterly immersed in her own realm of pleasure and ecstasy.
In that exhilarating moment, his hands only served to heighten the charged ambiance, as he delicately placed them on her bare tummy, eliciting a sweet, delightful moan that escaped from her lips, filling the air with an intoxicating sound.
In the very next heartbeat, he began to glide his fingertips softly yet enticingly down her silky smooth skin, each gentle caress igniting sparks of electricity between them.
Angel found herself in a state of breathlessness, completely enthralled by the delightful sensations that his touch ignited deep within her being.
Her eyelids felt as though they were weighed down, creating a formidable challenge to open her eyes, yet in that fleeting moment, she couldn’t resist the urge to call out for Tryson, her voice a soft whisper in the air.