Whispers of Devotion Part: 3
Whispers of Devotion Part: 3
But this time, instead of the urgency we had shared before, he entered me slowly, inch by inch, as if savoring every second. My body stretched to accommodate him, and I moaned, the feeling of him filling me sending a rush of pleasure through my veins.
Devin’s hands gripped my hips, holding me steady as he began to move, his thrusts slow and deliberate. Each movement was measured, controlled, as if he wanted to draw out every ounce of pleasure. His eyes locked on mine, and in that moment, it felt like nothing else existed but the two of us.
“I love you,” he whispered, his voice barely audible above the sound of our bodies moving together. “I’ll always love you, Sophie.”
His words hit me hard, stirring something deep inside me. The intensity of his gaze, the way he touched me, the way he filled me—it was all too much, and yet, I wanted more. I wanted everything he had to give.
“I love you too,” I gasped, my voice trembling with emotion. “Always, Devin.”
Hearing my words seemed to ignite something in him, and his pace quickened, his thrusts becoming more forceful as the tension between us built. My body moved with his, meeting each thrust, our rhythm perfectly in sync.
The pleasure built higher and higher, and I felt myself spiraling toward the edge once more. Devin’s hands gripped my thighs, pulling me closer as he drove into me with deep, powerful strokes, hitting that perfect spot inside me that sent stars shooting behind my eyelids.
“I’m so close,” I whispered, my voice ragged as my climax hovered just out of reach.
Devin’s fingers found my clit again, and with a few expert strokes, the dam inside me burst. My orgasm crashed over me in waves, my body trembling as I screamed his name, my fingers digging into his back. Devin groaned, his own release following seconds later as he buried himself deep inside me, his cock pulsing with his release.
For a few moments, the world around us seemed to stop. There was only the sound of our ragged breathing, the feel of our bodies pressed together, and the steady thrum of our heartbeats syncing as one. Devin collapsed beside me, pulling me into his arms as we lay tangled in each other, utterly spent and satisfied.
The night was quiet now, save for the soft hum of the city outside. Devin’s fingers traced lazy circles on my back, soothing me as I lay my head on his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heart.
“I’m never letting you go,” Devin whispered, his voice a soft promise in the dark.
I smiled, pressing a kiss to his chest. “You won’t have to.”
For a long while, we just lay there, content in each other’s arms. The weight of the world seemed to disappear, leaving only us in this perfect, intimate bubble. I felt safe, loved, and completely whole.
As sleep began to tug at the edges of my consciousness, I realized that this wasn’t just the end of the night—it was the beginning of everything. A lifetime with Devin stretched out before me, filled with love, passion, and the kind of intimacy that left me breathless.
Devin shifted beside me, pulling me closer, his lips pressing a soft kiss to the top of my head. “Sleep now, my love,” he murmured. “We have forever to explore the rest.”
And with that promise lingering in the air, I let myself drift off, safe in the arms of the man who had claimed my heart, my body, and my soul.
