Page 219 of Cruel Devotion

Stunned, I gazed down at Moni.

Her body fit perfectly against mine. We were a puzzle of contours and lines that matched seamlessly, leaving no space for anything but our shared heat.

The softness of the sheets whispered against our skin.

I could feel the rhythm of Moni’s breathing, each exhale a warm breeze against my neck, stirring strands of my hair and sending tingles down my spine.

Her scent made me high—vanilla and roses. It was woven into her very being, radiating from her skin.

Slick throughout her wet pussy.

Even now, I could taste it on my tongue. That heady fragrance that kept this persistent yearning drumming in my chest.

In fact, I longed to go back to licking her pussy.

I brushed my lips against her shoulder.

God. I wish I had recorded her moans. I want to play them every night over and over as I go to sleep.

Moni raised one hand to my chest and began drawing abstract patterns on my skin.

Her touch was tender.

Then, she spoke softly, and her voice was silk.

Low.

Rhythmic.

Caressing my senses.

“Don’t be nervous, Lei,” her gaze met mine and I saw a reflection of my own emotions.

Passion.

Longing.

Love.

My heart raced. “That’s easy for you to say.”

“What do you mean?”

“You’ve done it before.”

“You’ve done tons of things.” She gestured to all of the toys and the wheel. “You’re way more experienced than me.”

“I’m not.”

“You are.”

“I just brought everything in here so. . .”

She quirked her brows.

I cleared my throat. “I brought everything in here so you wouldn’t get bored.”

“What?” She chuckled.

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