THE BILLIONAIRE STILL WANTS HER!
Chapter 74: Through the night

Chapter 74: Through the night

Angel nestled herself deeper within Tryson’s embrace, her body pressed so close against his that she could feel the steady rise and fall of his chest and inhale the intoxicating scent that clung to him—a cologne that sent shivers down her spine. In that moment, nothing else in the world mattered.

She had fought battles, conquered fears, and possessed more than she had ever dreamed, yet this—this—was the moment she had longed for.

This was how Tryson chose to confess his love.

Her heart pounded wildly, a thrilling rush surging through her veins as she snuggled even closer, melting into the warmth of his arms. A knowing smile touched his lips as he, too, felt the silent electricity sparking between them.

Then, with a tenderness that made her breath hitch, he pressed a lingering kiss to her forehead.

His voice, both hoarse and gentle, spilled into the charged air in a whisper that sent a delicious chill down her spine.

"You know, you should really stop, or you’re going to get another round from me," Tryson teased, his voice laced with playful mischief.

At that moment, Angel couldn’t help but chuckle, her laughter soft and sweet as a smile tugged at her lips.

She shut her eyes like a guilty child caught peeking at something forbidden, her cheeks tinged with warmth.

But Tryson’s gaze never wavered. As he watched her, a tender smile settled on his face, and with slow, deliberate movement, he leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead and lips.

The night stretched between them, wrapped in silence, a comforting stillness neither wanted to break. Then, after what felt like an eternity, Angel slowly lifted her head, her eyes seeking his.

Tryson had his eyes closed—at least, that’s what he wanted her to believe. But she knew better. He had been watching her all along, soaking in every little movement, every flicker of emotion on her face.

A knowing smile ghosted over her lips as she whispered, "Tryson..."

"Hmm?" Tryson replied calmly, his voice deep and velvety in the quiet of the night.

Angel wanted nothing more than to stay in this moment, to bask in the warmth of his presence and let time stretch endlessly between them.

But as much as she longed for that, her body had other plans. She fidgeted slightly, feeling flustered, her cheeks warming at the ridiculous predicament she found herself in.

"Tryson..." she called softly, hesitating before she finally let out a breath and admitted, "I really need to use the bathroom."

For a moment, Tryson remained still, as if he hadn’t fully registered what she just said. His expression was calm, almost as though he was still caught up in the intimacy of their embrace.

Then, with a slow nod, he opened his eyes—and the instant their gazes locked, Angel felt her entire face heat up.

She quickly lowered her head, feeling embarrassment creep up her spine.

"Okay then," Tryson murmured, his tone soft, yet there was a trace of amusement hidden beneath it.

It was only then that reality hit her like a tidal wave.

If she got up now, she’d have to walk naked toward the bathroom—completely exposed to Tryson’s watchful eyes.

The mere thought sent another rush of warmth through her body, and she bit her lip, suddenly wondering how she was going to get through this without completely dying of embarrassment.

"I don’t think I want to leave any longer," Angel murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.

Tryson immediately caught on, and a low chuckle rumbled from his chest, his amusement evident.

He knew exactly why she hesitated, and that only made the moment more entertaining for him.

But before Angel could react, she watched as Tryson slid out of bed with effortless grace.

The room was dimly lit, but even in the shadows, she could make out every sculpted inch of him. He casually buckled his trousers, his toned abs and defined chest still on full display—an intentional tease, she was sure of it.

Her eyes lingered for a moment longer than she intended, heat rushing to her face.

"Well, will milady not mind if her humble knight escorts her to the restroom?" Tryson teased, leaning against the bed with a playful smirk.

Angel’s eyes widened, her heart skipping a beat. "To the bathroom?" she echoed, biting her lip timidly. The very idea sent a fresh wave of embarrassment through her.

Tryson simply nodded, his expression unreadable yet somehow full of mischief.

Her cheeks were burning at this point, her mind racing with the sheer ridiculousness of it all. But before she could gather her thoughts, Tryson spoke again—his next words sending a jolt of pure shock through her.

"Well then, I guess I’ll just have to carry you there myself." He said, pausing for a while as his gaze was directly at Angel’s.

"Don’t worry," Tryson said smoothly, shutting his eyes as if deep in thought, though the teasing smirk playing at his lips told a different story.

His voice was slow, deliberate, dripping with amusement. "I wouldn’t dare imagine that soft, caramelized skin of yours... or the way those perfect curves dip and flow—like a masterpiece sculpted by the gods themselves—"

"Stop it!" Angel gasped, her face burning with a mixture of embarrassment and disbelief.

She was completely dazzled by his audacity, her heart hammering in her chest.

Tryson chuckled at her reaction, clearly enjoying every second of it. "Okay, okay, I’ll behave," he said, his grin never fading.

Then, without warning, he leaned in and captured her lips in a soft yet electrifying kiss.

The surprise of it sent a shiver down Angel’s spine, her breath hitching at the unexpected intimacy.

Before she could fully process what was happening, Tryson pulled back, his gaze locking onto hers as he murmured, "Now, let’s get you to the restroom."

Angel barely had a moment to react before Tryson moved.

In a swift motion, he reached out, and before she could protest, her body was lifted effortlessly into his arms. A shocked gasp left her lips as she instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck, her heart racing wildly.

The next thing she knew, Tryson was carrying her into the bathroom, his grip firm yet gentle, his expression laced with amusement.

Angel, caught between flustered embarrassment and undeniable excitement, could only stare at him, completely breathless.

Angel flushed deeply, her entire body burning with embarrassment as she clung to Tryson, her legs straddling his thighs like a helpless child.

She buried her face into the crook of his neck, her breath warm against his skin, too timid to lift her head and meet his teasing gaze.

The situation was beyond humiliating—or maybe it was something else entirely, something thrilling in a way she didn’t want to admit.

She was completely bare in his arms, and the fact that Tryson would be there, witnessing her in such a vulnerable state, sent an unexpected shiver down her spine.

As Tryson approached the bathroom door, Angel braced herself, expecting him to finally put her down.

Surely, he would let her walk in on her own. But to her shock, he held her even tighter, his grip protective yet effortless.

Her heart pounded as he reached out, fingers brushing against the knob before pushing the door open. The dim light of the bathroom cast a soft glow over them, making the moment feel strangely intimate.

Then, Tryson smirked, his voice dropping into that teasing, husky tone that made her stomach twist. "Maybe we could both get in together," he murmured, stepping inside without hesitation.

Angel’s breath hitched. "W-What?" she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper.

Before she could react, she found herself gently placed onto the toilet seat, her legs still weak from the intensity of the moment.

Tryson stood right in front of her, arms crossed, his eyes locked onto hers with unmistakable amusement.

He wasn’t looking away.

He was teasing her.

And men... Angel’s cheeks couldn’t have been more flushed if she tried.

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