All Chapters of Raw Ecstasy Chronicles (Erotica collections): Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The organ thundered. Every pew turned toward me like a wave, but the only thing I felt was the slick pulse between my thighs and the weight of my father’s arm keeping me upright. White roses trembled in my hands. The veil blurred the world into soft focus, because I didn’t trust my face. I took the first step, then another, the long satin train whispering behind me like a warning I refused to hear. Damien stood to the left of the altar, hands clasped in front of him, looking every inch the dutiful best man. Except for his eyes. Those eyes tracked me the way a predator tracks a heartbeat, lazy, certain, starving. I forced my gaze past him, locked on David’s smiling, oblivious face, and kept walking. Don’t look. Don’t look. I looked. Damien’s mouth curved, just enough. A private, filthy promise. Heat flooded me so fast my knees nearly folded. The bouquet shook; petals scattered like snow. My father placed my hand in Julian’s. Safe hands. Familiar hands. Hands that had never made m

The first spank cracked across my ass like a gunshot. Heat bloomed instantly, shocking and perfect, and the moan that tore out of me was filthy, embarrassingly and loud. The marble echoed it back, mocking me. I watched him in the mirror: eyes black, jaw clenched, the hand that had just struck me now soothing the sting in slow, possessive circles.He held my gaze while he unbuckled his belt. The clink of metal made my mouth water. My lips were already swollen from his teeth; I bit down on the lower one anyway, tasting blood and him.“Spread,” he ordered, voice gravel.I widened my stance. Cool air kissed my soaked pussy and I shivered violently, thighs trembling. The slit of my dress had ridden so high the fabric framed me like a gift I never meant to give Julian.Damien’s eyes dropped, raking over me in the mirror. “Fuck… look at you,” he rasped. “Bent over on your wedding night, dripping for the wrong brother. The most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”I whimpered at the praise, hat

~Elena's POV~ My pussy had been dead for months until Marcus walked through my door soaked from the rain and suddenly everything inside me woke up aching and wet. Months after the funeral I still wore black most days. My husband’s death had left me completely numb with no desire no spark just empty lonely nights in the big house we once shared. When the doorbell rang that rainy afternoon I opened it to find Marcus my late husband’s father. Tall broad-shouldered silver threading his dark hair sharp jaw and those intense eyes that always seemed to see too much. He looked even hotter than I remembered. The rain had soaked his shirt clinging to the hard lines of his chest and the powerful muscles underneath. My eyes lingered on the way the wet fabric outlined his broad shoulders and flat stomach. “Elena” he said voice deep and rough with grief and something else that sent a shiver down my spine. “I came to check on you. Bring some of his things you might want.” I let him in heart sudde

Marcus left the room, closing the door softly. I stayed frozen on the bed, legs wide open, fingers still circling my swollen clit, too turned on to stop. Every second felt like torture. My heart pounded so hard I could hear it in my ears. The sheets beneath me were soaked with my juices and they smelled strongly of Marcus, that woodsy masculine scent mixed with rain that made my pussy throb even harder. I kept my legs splayed obscenely, knees bent, heels digging into the mattress just like he ordered. My black dress was still bunched around my waist and my panties were pushed to the side exposing my dripping cunt completely. Downstairs I heard muffled voices. Polite small talk about condolences and the casserole the neighbor had brought. The woman’s voice was cheerful and sympathetic while Marcus answered in short gruff tones clearly trying to end the conversation fast. Every word that drifted up made my clit pulse under my fingers. I imagined him standing there with his thick cock st

We stayed perfectly still, his thick cock pulsing deep inside my soaked pussy while footsteps moved around downstairs. My heart hammered with pure terror and raw arousal. The risk of getting caught made my inner walls clench tightly around his massive shaft, milking him without meaning to. Marcus was buried to the hilt, his heavy balls pressed against my ass, and every tiny throb of his cock sent fresh sparks through my core. He leaned down slowly, his lips brushing my neck in a soft kiss that made me shiver. “Do not move,” he whispered hot against my ear. “Do not make a single sound. If she hears us, everything ends here.” The danger only made me wetter. I could feel my juices coating his cock and leaking out around the base where we were joined. My nipples were rock hard, rubbing against the inside of my dress with every shaky breath. I nodded silently, biting my lip to keep quiet as his wife’s footsteps echoed through the lower floor. Marcus started grinding against me in tiny, c