[MATURE CONTENT, ONLY FOR 18 AND ABOVE]
"Asbeel" she took her name with so much tenderness and sensuality that he shivered.
"Angela, i want more" he added, his voice was sounding husky, needy as if he was in so much pain, so much need, yet he was trying to control himself.
Before she could say anything he had already started drying her hair with the help of a towel. She had never thought that Asbeel could be this gentle to her.
She had started to believe that she was in some dream and she did not want to wake up anymore.
"Angela, i want more." he said slowly but she did not understand the meaning behind his words.
She thought that he was also enjoying the small sweet moments like her. So she nodded her head.
"Even i want more of the morments Asbeel.'' Her words were like confirmation to him and before she could realize it he had already pinned her on the bed and he was above her.
