Page 211 of Cruel Devotion

Twisting the feather in his hand, he prowled towards me. His raised cock bobbed against his sculpted abs with every step he took, hard and straining, begging for attention.

What is he going to do with that feather?

Entranced, my gaze followed the feather’s movement.

It was captivating how the light played off the fine, silky strands.

With one turn, the feather shifted to shades of deep turquoise.

With another turn, it was sapphire.

Lei got closer to me and twisted the feather again, transforming the wispy strands to the deepest tones of indigo.

My breath hitched as he stopped barely two inches away.

And it was odd, but with all of his clothes off. . .he smelled differently.

Was it thetruescent of his skin?

Or was it the fragrance of his arousal?

I inhaled, breathing in this deep, earthy musk. It reminded me of the forest after a rainstorm, underpinned by a subtle hint of sandalwood.

My heart fluttered.

Then, lingering just beneath these more robust scents was a touch of spice.

Was it cinnamon or clove?

I didn’t know, I just yearned to taste him.

Lei raised the champagne bottle above me.

A mischievous tone coated his voice. “Open your mouth.”

I tilted my head back and parted my lips slightly.

As he tipped the bottle, the liquid gold of the champagne cascaded into my mouth and wet my lips.

Mmmm.

I swallowed and groaned.

The liquid was a symphony of flavors. Each sweet bubble carried its own note—ripe fruits, oak, and honey harvested at the peak of summer.

Never had I tasted something so good.

This champagne wasn’t just a drink; it was a love story about aged elegance, a tale spun from grapes bathed in sunlit vineyards.

Lei took a long swig of the champagne too and then gave me a little more.

Sooooo gooood.

I gulped it down as he poured.

Some of the champagne missed its mark, spilling onto my chin, neck, and chest. Cool liquid trailed down my breasts, leaving a tingling chill along my nipples.

Goosebumps prickled across my skin.

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