Chapter 63.
The kiss never really ended. It just changed. Into something sinful. Dark and lethal.
Mouth parted only for gasps. Only for kind of low, broken moans that made Devine grip tighten on Nuella’s thighs like as if of he let go he would lose her.
Nuella p***y tinged with burning sensation.
She was already soaked for him— and he didn't even need to look. He just slid his hand deeper between her thighs—feeling it. The heat and softness of her ready slick.
Nuella’s hips lifted helplessly, breath heavy and needy.
Devine’s mouth curled low, hands gripping his anticipating c**k.
This was wrong, Nuella thought within her as she felt the tip of his c**k against her thighs.
Her chest tightened. This was more than wrong. This was deadly, and sinful. If anyone barged into them,
