Should we be doing this?

"Tryson… should we really be doing this?" Angel's voice trembled with uncertainty, though the pleasure coursing through her body made it hard to focus on anything else.

But just as another wave of sensation threatened to consume her, she suddenly twitched—something was off. The warmth, the movement… had stopped.

A small frown formed on her face as confusion settled in.

What was he doing? Why had he paused?

Her lashes fluttered as she opened her eyes, and that was when she saw him—Tryson, motionless, gazing deeply into her soul as if he could see every hidden thought she tried to bury.

The intensity of his stare stole the breath from her lungs, her heart pounding erratically in her chest. Words failed her. She could only watch, captivated, as a slow, affectionate smile curved his lips, sending a shiver down her spine.