My Angel: The Tribrid Alpha’s Obsession
“We will be doing a lot of fucking, sweetheart. Sleep? Sleep will be far away from us. So, do you understand how dire the situation is, Noelle?”
She’s barely breathing now. But, at the same time, something astonishing is happening. The smell of her sweet arousal floods my nose, and I freeze.
Then I pull away and let out a laugh.
“You’re wet right now, aren’t you, Angel?” I say, and her face turns pink. Then red.
She clamps her thighs together tightly, shifting on the stool. I let out a satisfied hum, leaning in to kiss her temples and her cheeks.
“You’re fucking perfect,” I say, causing her to blush even more.