Page 160 of Cruel Devotion

A trembling chuckle left me. “T-that's not a thing, Lei.”

“It is.” He moved in and captured my mouth in a searing kiss.

Our tongues danced and twirled in a passionate tango. Lei's hands roamed my body, his touch igniting sparks wherever he grazed my overheated skin.

Lei groaned into our kiss, and just as he began to deepen it, a voice crackled through the helicopter’s intercom, shattering the magic of the moment. “Sir.”

Groaning in annoyance, Lei pulled away from our kiss and loudly spoke, “Yes.”

The pilot's voice was professional yet apologetic. “You asked me to notify you when we were approaching the East. It will be in fifteen minutes.”

Chapter twenty-five

The East

Monique

Lei grabbed a handful of wipes out of the helicopter's first aid kit next to his seat and to my shock he began to clean up my pussy.

Stunned, I opened my mouth.

His movements were deft and focused, as if he were performing a critical mission.

Okay. This is a first.

Meanwhile, I was still reeling from the intense, almost surreal experience we had just shared. The memory of the overwhelming ecstasy lingered in every nerve ending, leaving me in a daze of post-orgasmic bliss. It was a feeling so potent and consuming that I found myself at a loss for words, my usual composure scattered like leaves in the wind.

I watched Lei, the way his hands moved with purpose yet gentleness, and I felt a wave of affection mixed with a bewildering sense of vulnerability.

Once he threw everything away in a small trash bag and put his naughty finger covers up, I returned to my seat.

Holy shit.

I stared at him and wanted to say something, to break the silence.

He smirked. “Stop looking at me like that.”

“What was all that about?”

“What?”

“Earlier.”

Those eyes went dark while desire covered his face. “You mean mySpecial Council?”

“I mean your choking and finger fucking me at the same time.”

He slipped his hands down to his thigh and curled around the bulge in his pants. “Did you like the choking?”

I kept my view there. The fabric of his pants was stretched taut over that thick, long length.

I swallowed. “It scared me, but. . .it was. . .intense and. . .felt so good.”

“Hmmm.” He gripped the bulge hard. “And would you like to explore my choking you more?”

Shivering, I lifted my view to him. “Not all the time, but. . .sometimes.”

He quirked his brows. “We need a safe word.”

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