It's Was Devonte's Time

(Mature Audience Only! Do not blame me if any of you gets flushed afterwards! (Wink)

At the Private Cave

Zara slowly stepped out of the bathtub, her legs trembling as they touched the cold ground after a freshly drawn bath. She was wearing a thin, sheer dress, her damp hair cascading freely down her back.

Denzal had already left after giving her aftercare, leaving her alone. She moved toward the bedside, but the sight before her made her throat run dry.

Devonte was seated on a stone chair, his eyes dark with desire, a devious smirk playing on his lips. His gaze roamed over her, lingering shamelessly as he stroked himself through his pants. The lantern's dim glow cast the perfect light on his chiseled physique, emphasizing every ridge of his toned body. He swallowed hard, his hunger intensifying as he took in her wet, tantalizing appearance.

"Are you going to come to me, or will you make me wait longer?"