“I am not yours.” Nuella countered, but her voice didn't raise above a whisper. Her walls crawled in disgust— disgust for being so weak in sight of him.
Devine leaned further feeling the hardness of her clothed n*****s against his clothed chest.
“You sure as hell do not sound like you mean it.”
“I mean it.” She snapped with a stern expression, but her hard gaze softened as Devine let out a chuckle, brushing her thick strands to the back of her ear.
“If you mean it, then your body doesn't. Your n*****s are pressing so hard against my chest, desiring me so badly as much as I desire it.”
Nuelle’s cheeks burned and her p***y pinched at his words. She pressed her legs together, trying to fight the burning desire that his words slitted through her.
“Let go of me.” She struggled to brea
