All Chapters of Raw Ecstasy Chronicles (Erotica collections): Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

~Lily’s POV~The house feels too big now. It was too quiet and empty! Mom’s absence is everywhere. The half-empty bottle of her favorite wine on the counter, her lavender cardigan still draped over the arm of the couch, the way the stairs creak in exactly the same spot she used to step on every morning. It’s been two weeks since the hospital called, since Ethan drove us home in silence, since I watched him cry for the first time in my life. Two weeks since everything changed. More and more weeks passed and I began to get used to her absence now.I’m twenty. He’s forty-two and He’s my stepdad. He’s not supposed to be the only thing that makes my heart race anymore.It started innocently enough. The first night after the funeral, I couldn’t sleep. The bed felt cold, big and lonely. I padded downstairs in my old sleep shirt,one of Mom’s oversized tees that smelled faintly of her perfume and found Ethan in the living room, staring at the fireplace that wasn’t lit. He looked wrecked,h

The morning light pours through the kitchen windows like it’s trying to wash away last night’s storm and last night’s sins. I’m standing at the counter in nothing but Ethan’s old flannel shirt. It’s soft, faded blue, and it smells like him—woodsmoke, clean laundry, and that faint trace of his skin that makes my knees weak. The sleeves hang past my fingers, the hem brushes the tops of my thighs, barely covering my ass. No bra. No panties. Just the shirt and the memory of his body pinning mine to the mattress last night, telling me no while his cock throbbed against me.I’m making breakfast. Pancakes, bacon and coffee. The kind of normalcy that feels like a lie.Ethan walks in barefoot, wearing gray sweatpants and a plain white T-shirt that clings to his shoulders and chest. His hair is still damp from the shower, silver streaks catching the light. He stops in the doorway, eyes locking on me.I feel the shift in the air like a physical touch.His gaze drops,slowly, from my face to t

He lowers himself, covering me completely. His body is hot, heavy, solid, his skin slick with sweat, the musky scent of him filling my nose in a way that makes me feel small and safe and utterly claimed all at once. The blunt head of his cock, bare now, no latex and nudges my soaked entrance. The air is thick with the scent of our arousal, musky and intoxicating. I'm so wet I can hear the slick sound when he presses forward, just enough to part me.He holds my gaze."You sure about this, Lily?" His voice is gravel and smoke. "Once I'm inside you like this, there's no going back."My heart slams against my ribs. I nod, breathless. "I want it. I want your babies. I want you to fill me until I'm dripping with you. I want to be yours completely and forever."A low sound rumbles deep in his chest. His hips shift, the thick head breaching me slowly. So slowly. "Ohhh," I moan softly as I feel every inch as he sinks inside, no condom to dull the sensation. Every ridge, every vein, every subt

~Theo’s POV~The house is quiet except for the low hum of the refrigerator and the occasional creak of old wood settling. It's past midnight, and the living room is lit only by the amber glow of the single lamp on the side table. The Christmas lights outside the window blink lazily through the half-open blinds, casting red and green flecks across the hardwood floor. Marcus and I are the only ones still awake. Everyone else—his wife, my wife, the kids — went to bed hours ago after eating too much turkey and pie.We're on the couch, a half-empty bottle of Macallan between us on the coffee table. Two heavy crystal glasses sit in front of us, mine nearly drained, his still half full. He's always been the measured one. Me? I pour more heavily when I'm restless.I lean back into the leather, the cool material sticking slightly to the back of my neck where a sheen of sweat has gathered despite the winter chill outside. The whiskey burns slow and familiar in my chest, loosening the knot that'

He didn’t stop me as I fled to the spare room, shutting the door softly behind me. I stood there in the dark like an idiot, heart hammering, cock still half-hard and aching from Marcus’s grip. I’d run. Actually run from the one thing I’d fantasized about for longer than I cared to admit. What the fuck was wrong with me?I stripped mechanically, threw myself onto the bed, and stared at the ceiling. The sheets smelled faintly of laundry detergent and the ghost of Marcus’s cologne from when he’d hugged me earlier. My skin prickled everywhere his hand had been…my thigh, the zipper, the slow, filthy stroke along my shaft that had nearly made me come in my jeans like a teenager.Sleep wasn’t coming. Not tonight.Instead, my mind replayed everything in merciless loops.Sarah.Beautiful, kind Sarah, my wife of twelve years hadn’t touched me like that in forever. Sex had become a polite negotiation. The lights were always off, and we always did a missionary that was quick and quiet so the ki