Novels by Miss_Edelweiss

It’s like a stare competition across the dinner table, and somehow Mia never seems to notice. Everyone was back home, and the throbbing began. Chloe can’t shake her spicy morning with Damien from her mind. Every replay came with a sharp electric surge throughout her body, and every surge caused a drip from her throbbing folds into her panties. Damien has noticed a few unusual movements from Chloe, and it’s not like Chloe has been his best fuck, but something is exciting about the forbidden nature of their relationship. “Babe, let’s go upstairs,” Mia says, touching Damien seductively while Damien stares directly into the eyes of Chloe. He knows she is aching for more and seeing her in this state turns him on more than the touch of his own wife. This is definitely crazy to him, but that’s not the goal. Chloe was staring back hard, wishing she had that easy access to Damien like that, but she was not going to sit there and endure the torture. Mia climbed onto Damien, kissing him and t

Damien’s hands caught her face first, rough palms on her cheeks, then his mouth slammed onto hers. The kiss was hungry, teeth clacking, tongues pushing deep. Chloe moaned into him right away. Her arms wrapped around his neck, fingers digging into his shoulders.He walked her backward without breaking the kiss. Her calves hit the edge of the couch. She stumbled, but he caught her waist and lowered her down until her back hit the cushions. He followed, knee between her thighs, pinning her with his body.His hands were everywhere, sliding up under the nightgown, gripping her breasts, thumbs brushing over hard nipples. He pinched them, rolled them, tugged until she arched off the couch with a sharp cry. His mouth moved to her neck, sucking hard enough to leave marks. Chloe’s hips bucked up, searching for friction.“Damien…” Her voice cracked.He pulled the nightgown over her head in one rough yank. It landed somewhere behind the couch. Her panties followed, ripped down her legs, and tosse

Damien’s mouth stilled on Chloe’s neck. His hand dropped from her breast. Chloe’s leg slid down from his waist. Her nightgown fell back into place, though the front was damp now.He stepped back first, fast, smooth, as if nothing had happened. He turned toward the stove, grabbed the spatula, flipped the eggs that were starting to smoke. His cock still strained against his sweatpants, obvious, but he didn’t try to hide it.Chloe stood frozen on the wall, heart slamming against her ribs. Mia paused halfway down, hand on the railing, eyes moving slowly from Chloe’s flushed face to Damien at the stove.The kitchen still smelled of bacon grease and burnt edges from the forgotten eggs.Mia’s brows pulled together. “What… what’s going on?”Chloe opened her mouth, but only a small, choked sound came out, words wouldn’t form. Her tongue felt thick.Damien turned from the stove, calm as if he had been doing nothing more than flipping pancakes. He wiped his hands on a dish towel and gave Mia his

Chloe jolted awake to the clatter of pans downstairs. Sunlight filtered in through the blinds.Her body felt heavy and sticky from last night’s half-finished orgasm.The noise came again; someone was in the kitchen. Chloe rubbed her eyes and swung her legs off the bed. She walked towards the hallway expecting to hear voices, but all she heard was the sound of pots and someone moving around.Curiosity pulled her down the stairs. The house was quiet except for the sounds from the kitchen. She tugged the hem of her nightgown, but it barely covered the tops of her thighs. The fabric was so thin that the morning light made it nearly transparent. She could see the faint outline of her own body underneath: dark nipples already tight from the cool air, the shadow between her legs.She stepped into the open doorway of the kitchen.Damien stood at the stove, back to her. He wore gray sweatpants low on his hips and nothing else. Broad shoulders, muscles shifting as he flipped eggs. Two plates sa

Chloe lay on her back in the guest bedroom, eyes fixed on the dark ceiling. The thin wall between her room and the master bedroom did nothing to muffle the sounds. The headboard constantly hitting the wall, the slap of skin against wet skin, her cousin Mia's voice came through clearly in high, broken moans that turned into sharp cries.“Fuck! Damien harder! Yes! like that, yes…”Chloe huffed and rolled on her bed, trying to sleep, but the noise coming from the other room ensured sleep wouldn't come anytime soon as she thought of herself in her cousin's place.Chloe’s thighs pressed together, and heat pooled low in her belly. She had moved into their house only three days ago because the new office she'd gotten a job at was twenty minutes from here and almost an hour from her parents’ place.She told herself the living arrangement was practical and the way her pulse jumped whenever Damien walked past in a fitted shirt was nothing serious. Just an old, stupid attraction she had buried f