Angelo growled at Hera's action, slowly but gently walking him and her to the bed. He wanted to show he was in control, but what is control when he had a woman like Hera trailing her lips on his ears?
What was control when she had sat herself right on his boner even though he was still in his leather pants and she was wiggling her beautiful butt on it?
What was control when Hera was running her fingers down her mate's chest, daring him to stay in control?
Where was control when Hera was literally driving the son of Morgan to a different dimension altogether with her beautiful fingers? Angelo didn't take long before giving up his control and being the beast this woman loved.
"Stay still my love," Angelo warned Hera as he dumped her on the bed, and fumbled with her pants, before angrily ripping them apart too.