Page 207 of Cruel Devotion

I could see the longing in them.

The primal hunger.

His breathing grew hard.

His chest rose and fell.

Lei lifted his hands to the strap of my dress. “Trust me.”

I shivered.

Lei’s hands danced across my body, tracing my curves and dips with a passionate finesse. His touch was both tender and possessive, igniting a fire within me that grew more intense with each passing moment.

And then with a gentle yet purposeful touch, he undressed me.

The soft fabric slipped down my skin like a lover’s caress.

My body quivered, yearning for more of his alluring touch.

Once the dress fell to the floor, the violins played with a fiery intensity and the cellos soared with emotional notes.

Groaning, Lei got behind me.

That was when I noticed the women standing by that wheel, watching with excitement filling their eyes.

My nipples went stiff.

Was it Lei or the music?

Was it that people were watching?

Or was I just so fucking horny?

Either way, the moment Lei touched the center of my back and then slipped his fingers slowly up my spine, I became undone.

Shivering and softly moaning.

One would have thought he had his cock deep inside of me.

It was all a sensory overload.

Fuck.

With a slow, deliberate precision, Lei began to unfasten the strap of my bra.

The bra loosened.

Those straps slid down my arms, and my breasts eagerly spilled out, yearning to be touched.

Soon my bra fluttered to the floor.

And all of the women’s eyes went to my breasts. One of them licked their lips. Another leaned against the other as if craving some form of touch.

Lei placed his strong hands on my hips. Those tantalizing fingers drew delicate hearts onto my skin. “You are mine.”

My entire being grew even more alive to his touch.

The orchestra weaved notes of slow, aching tenderness. It was all rich tones and sorrowful yearning.

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