Page 94 of Twisted Devotion

The look on her pretty face is sweet and shy but so fucking sultry; heat rushes into my core. She’s more confident now. More sure of herself. And damn, it’s the most intoxicating thing I’ve ever seen. She has an idea of what power she has and she intends to use it.

I give what I can reach of her ass a slap. “Ride me,Bambina.Fuck me good.”

She starts slow, moving up and down gently, her breath hitching with each rise and fall. A soft whimper escapes her lips as her pussy tightens around me, already on edge.

She closes her eyes, letting herself go. Surrendering to the pleasures. Her movements grow bolder, more certain, her confidence building with each roll of her hips.

I match her rhythm, lifting my hips, driving deeper, shoving the full length of my naked cock inside her. The sensation is intoxicating—skin against skin, heat melting into heat.

She gasps, tilting her head back, lost in the moment.

Her hands reach up, fumbling briefly before tugging the tie from her hair. The dark strands cascade over her shoulder, catching the light, and silver threads woven into the braids shimmer as she moves.

She’s breathtaking.

Her hair swings with her motion, wild and untamed, just like the pleasure pooling between us. A deep moan spills from her lips as she presses her hands against my chest, her nails dragging across my skin.

“Oh my God, Nicolas,” she breathes, her voice trembling. “I love this… I love how you make me feel.”

I reach up, cupping her breast, squeezing until a moan spills from her lips. “Every man out there would beg for the chance to be fucked by a goddess like you.” I release her, my fingers trailing down between us, gliding along her slick folds. I find her clit, pressing firmly as I growl, “But you’re mine. All fucking mine.”

She whimpers, her body shuddering as another orgasm crashes over her. This one is stronger—her walls clench around me, her pussy clamping down on my cock until I, too, know I will come soon. I keep rubbing, keep stroking, pushing her higher, milking another orgasm from her as she fucks me. She cries out my name, her voice breaking through the silence of the night.

“Nicolas!”

She moves faster, her hips grinding against mine, riding me harder, desperate for every last wave of pleasure. My body tightens, the pressure building, my control unraveling. I grab her hips, thrusting deep one last time, holding her against me as my climax overtakes me. My cock pulses, spilling inside her, hot and wet, filling her with my cum. The heat of it is spreading between us, leaking down on her thighs.

For a long moment, we just breathe, our bodies tangled, our hearts pounding in sync.

I kiss her damp shoulder, my voice low and satisfied. “You did good,Bambina.So fucking good.”

She stays on top of me, her breath coming in short, uneven bursts as she recovers. A lazy, satisfied smile spreads across her lips. “Oh my God. That was so sexy and incredible. I loved it.”

She leans down, her hair cascading around us like a curtain, brushing over my skin as she presses a slow, lingering kiss to my lips.

“Thank you, Nicolas.”

I brush a strand of hair from her face, my fingers tracing her cheek. “For what?”

“For making me feel good.”

I reach into my pants pocket, fingers finding the small key. With a quiet click, I unlock the handcuffs, freeing her wrists. She rubs them lightly, but there’s no hesitation, no fear.

I have her trust. Completely.

It’s delicate, something I have to hold carefully and protect fiercely. But I won’t let it break.

I’ll show her with every kiss, every whispered word against her skin—that she’s powerful. That she’s wanted. That she deserves the world. That she’s more valued than she knows. And as long as there’s air in my lungs, I will stop at nothing to show her.

She sighs softly. “And thank you… for being here for me.”

I reach out, tucking a strand of hair behind her ears. “Even if the world disappears, I’ll still be here,Bambina.”

Her lips curve into a tired smile, and I pull her in for a slow, lingering kiss. My body already aches for her again, but her eyes droop as my tongue explores her mouth's sweetness. Sleep claims her.

I watch her for a moment, peaceful and vulnerable in my arms. And then, unable to resist, I spread her legs and let my tongue take its time, savoring her pussy. I lap at the remnants of our lovemaking, teasing her with slow, deliberate strokes. She moans in her sleep, her body shivering beneath my touch, drifting between dreams and the edges of consciousness.

When I’m done, I pull her close, pressing a kiss to her temple.

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