Nuella’s wobbling legs managed to get her on her feet.
Hands shaky. Breath wobbling. Nuella struggled to get herself to the counter. Devine’s gaze lingered on her shaky self as she wrapped her palm across the edge of the counter lifting herself up to sit on the table.
Devine chest tightened at the sight of her on the table—looking nothing but spent.
With his c**k straining and stretching for more of her, he began to take slow gentle steps, licking on his lower lips while devouring her thighs in the course.
Nuella’s skin prickled, her heart beating like a tick-timing boom waiting to explode.
As he got in front of her, his step drew to a gentle halt.
He tore his gaze from her calling thighs, lifting those heavy dark eyes to stay rooted on hers.
In a split second, he leaned into
