The bed creaked. The air was thick with sweat and sex. Time slipped away. Minutes passed.
Then an hour. Then two. Still, they didn't stop.
Ross's stamina was unreal, endless.
Heaven, for all her beauty and experience, was left gasping, clawing at his chest, begging him for more… and Tianna watched it all—eyes wide, breathless, and more aroused than she had ever been in her life.
Finally, hours later, they collapsed in a tangle of limbs—spent, soaked, utterly satisfied.
But Tianna…
She remained untouched. Unsatisfied.
Her hands were clenched into fists at her sides, nails biting into her palms as she forced herself to stay still.
She didn't allow herself the release her body so desperately craved.
She lay there in silence, eyes wide open in the dark, her heart pounding against her ribs.
That night was torture.
Her body was on fire, every nerve screaming for relief.
Her panties were soaked, her thighs sticky with arousal.
