Chapter 70.
Nuella’s fingers trailed lower, eyes never leaving his as she reached the edge of the towel. She moved slowly, deliberately, lips curled in a playful smile.
Devien stood still, breathing heavier with every passing second.
Her fingers tugged at the towel.
And it dropped.
His c**k sprang free—thick, long, and hard as steel. Ten inches of raw desire, pulsing, flushed, and aching for her.
Nuella let out a soft, giddy giggle. Not out of shyness—but pure delight. Her p***y throbbed, desiring every f*****g inch of his length.
“Oh… look at you,” she whispered, eyes shining. “So ready.”
Devien’s chest rose and fell, his jaw clenched tight, hands fisting at his sides. Her voice, that wicked grin—it was doing something to him. Unraveling control he usually never let slip.
Her h
