Page 220 of Cruel Devotion

I frowned. “Don’t laugh.”

“I’m sorry.” She smiled. “Lei. . .you had all types of shit in here. An orchestra. Helpers. You had to have bought out a whole sex toy shop—”

“There were still some products left in there after I was done.”

“Lei.” She slipped her hand up my chest and played with the ends of my hair. “You didn’t need all of that to make me cum. You already did it with just your tongue in the tent.”

“But I had to switch it up a little more—”

“You didn’t.” Desire blazed in her eyes. “All I need is you.”

My heart warmed and some of the nervousness left.

The prospect of losing my virginity to Moni—a woman who had captivated me in ways I had never anticipated—it excited and terrified me all at the same time.

Part of me, the part that was deeply drawn to her, yearned to experience this ultimate act of intimacy.

Surely, she had awakened feelings in my body that I had never fully understood before.

A desire for connection that went beyond the physical.

A need to share.

A craving to experience life with her.

Yet, there were voices inside of my head too.

Voices of doubt.

Voices of fear.

Voices of inadequacy.

What if I wasn’t enough?

What if my lack of experience failed to meet her expectations?

These thoughts swirled in my mind and tugged at the very core of my being.

Moni studied me. “Talk to me.”

I breathed her in. “I have always believed in the perfection of moments. . .”

She gently twirled some of my hair around her finger. “Okay.”

“Certain experiences are meant to happen atspecifictimes forspecificreasons.”

She deepened her smile.

“My virginity. I’ve. . .preserved this. . .for so long.”

“You have.”

“Now it’s like a fucking symbol for my search for a perfect moment.”

She slowly unraveled my hair from her finger and then twirled it around again. “So tell me this. . .”

I raised my eyebrows.

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