Whispers of Devotion Part: 1
Whispers of Devotion Part: 1
The ring sparkled under the dim light, fitting Devin’s finger as if it had been crafted for him alone. The weight of the moment settled between us. My heart swelled with emotion, and closing my eyes, I silently thanked my father for this day, for somehow leading me to Devin. He was my everything.
With a deep breath, I opened my eyes, meeting his intense gaze. His arms wrapped around me with such urgency, like I was the air he needed to breathe. “You belong to me now,” Devin whispered, his lips brushing the top of my ear. He slightly pulled back, cupping my face with both hands, his fingers tracing the outline of my cheekbones. His touch was electrifying.
“My Sophie…” His voice was raw, filled with possession, and without hesitation, he dipped his head to claim my lips. The kiss was slow and sensual, each brush of his mouth deepening the fire within me. My arms instinctively circled his neck, pulling him closer as his grip on my waist tightened, drawing me against his hard body.
Just as the kiss threatened to spiral out of control, a voice broke through the intensity.
“This is the most adorable proposal I’ve ever seen,” Mom’s voice echoed, startling me from the intimate bubble we had created. Flustered, I abruptly pulled away, heat rushing to my cheeks as I realized our audience had been watching us the entire time.
Devin chuckled softly, not at all embarrassed. “You don’t need to hide from them, Sophie,” he murmured in my ear. “They’re family, and they’re going to see a lot more of this.” He gently pulled my face into his chest, allowing me to bury my blush against his firm, warm skin.
“Sean, our hard work paid off,” Daniel, Devin’s best friend, said with a grin, shifting the attention back to himself.
Devin raised an eyebrow in curiosity. “What hard work?”
“If we hadn’t played matchmaker, you two wouldn’t be having this romantic moment,” Daniel added, smirking.
“Matchmaker?” Devin chuckled, his eyes narrowing. “You and Sean? I thought you were more of a disturbance than anything else.”
Daniel laughed. “If it weren’t for that trip, none of this would’ve happened. You should be thanking us for your happily-ever-after.”
Devin rolled his eyes but smiled. “Yeah, yeah. Keep dreaming, Daniel.” Their banter continued, lightening the mood.
I laughed along with them, but my gaze was soon caught by something flashing on the large LED screen nearby. A series of images of Devin and me from the past few months began to play. One of the pictures was from a day at the farmhouse, where I had run to Devin after Daniel had teased me relentlessly. The photos captured our laughter, our closeness, moments of love I didn’t even realize had been caught on camera.
“Who took these?” I asked, glancing at Devin, stunned.
He grinned, motioning to Daniel and Sean. “Your brothers were kind enough to provide them.”
Daniel winked. “Consider them a little gift, Princess.”
Feeling overwhelmed with emotion, I rushed over to hug my brothers. “Thank you for capturing these moments. You two are the best.”
After the warm family embrace, dinner was soon served. Devin, however, seemed a little tense, clearly disappointed that his romantic dinner plans had turned into a full-blown family affair. I could tell he was itching to get me alone.
When the evening finally came to an end and everyone had left, Devin wasted no time. The second the door clicked shut, he lifted me off the ground effortlessly, spinning me in his arms as I squealed in surprise.
“Devin! Put me down!” I protested with a laugh, though my pulse quickened with excitement.
“Not a chance,” he growled, his eyes darkening with intent. “I’ve waited all night to get you to myself.” Without another word, he carried me upstairs, his grip tight and possessive.
Once inside our room, Devin set me down but quickly backed me against the wall. His hands caged me in, resting on either side of my head, his chest pressing against mine.
“Time to get some answers,” he said, his voice low and demanding.
“Answers?” I stammered, feeling the heat between us rise.
“Don’t play coy with me,” he whispered, his lips brushing against mine without fully touching. “Do you want me?” His voice was a husky murmur, sending shivers down my spine.
I swallowed, my body trembling with need as he teased me, hovering so close yet not touching. “Yes,” I managed to whisper, the word escaping me as if it had a mind of its own.
“Words, Sophie. I need to hear you say it.” His breath was hot against my neck as he traced his lips across my jawline, heightening the anticipation.
“I want you,” I finally gasped, feeling a surge of desire ripple through me. Devin’s smirk turned wicked as he stepped back, leaving a teasing space between us.
“Then come and get me.”
His words hung in the air, the command clear. I hesitated, feeling the weight of his challenge. We had been intimate many times before, but Devin had always been the one to take control. Tonight, though, he wanted me to lead, to explore this new side of us.
With trembling fingers, I reached out to touch him. My hands brushed against his chest, his muscles hard beneath the soft fabric of his shirt. Slowly, I unbuttoned his shirt, my fingers trailing down his torso. He took in a sharp breath as my hands grazed his skin, making me bolder with each passing second. I slid his shirt off his shoulders, letting it fall to the floor as I stepped closer.
“Pants, Sophie,” he growled, his impatience evident as he guided my hands lower.
With trembling hands, I fumbled with his belt, the tension between us growing thicker. Finally, I managed to unfasten his pants, and they fell to the floor, leaving him in nothing but his boxers. He kicked them aside, his eyes locked on mine, filled with unrestrained hunger.
His cock strained against the thin fabric, and I could see the raw need in his gaze. I couldn’t look away, feeling my own desire pooling between my thighs.
“Sophie,” Devin’s voice was a low, desperate rumble. “Touch me.”
