《Sins Of The Flesh: A Taboo Collection 》全部章節：第 111 章 - 第 120 章

Elena's POV. The morning light had fully claimed the room by the time we stirred again. Sophia’s body was warm and heavy against mine, one leg thrown over my hip, her hand possessively cupping my breast. I could feel the sticky evidence of last night’s endless pleasure between my thighs. She woke slowly, her green eyes fluttering open, and immediately leaned in to kiss me deep, and hungrily, like she hadn’t just spent the entire night inside me in one way or another. “Still not satisfied?” I whispered against her lips, already feeling that familiar ache building again. “Never with you.” Sophia rolled me onto my back and settled between my spread thighs. She kissed down my body slowly—my neck, breasts, stomach, until her mouth found my pussy. She licked me with long, savoring strokes, tasting the mix of us from last night. Her tongue pushed inside me, fucking me gently while her nose rubbed my clit. I threaded my fingers through her hair, my hips rocking up to meet her mouth. She

Elena's POV. Sophia collapsed on top of me again for the umpteenth time, both of us breathing hard. My heart was still racing from the video call, equal parts terror and the most intense arousal I’d ever felt. Sophia’s strap-on was still buried deep inside me, her hips giving a few lazy thrusts as we came down from our orgasms.“You’re insane,” I whispered, half-laughing, half-shaking. “What if they’d seen something?”Sophia kissed my neck, nipping at the skin. “They didn’t. And you came so hard while talking to them.” She pulled out slowly, the thick dildo sliding from my soaked pussy with an obscene wet sound. “My perfect, dirty little sister.”The risk had left me buzzing. Before I could catch my breath, Sophia flipped me onto my hands and knees on the living room floor. She gripped my hips and slammed the strap-on back into me in one hard thrust. I cried out, pushing back to meet her.“Again?” I gasped.“Again,” she growled, fucking me deep and fast. The sound of her hips slappin

Elena's POV.One week had passed since that risky video call with our parents, and the house had become our private sanctuary of forbidden pleasure. Seven days of barely any clothes, constant touching, and an insatiable hunger that only grew stronger with every orgasm. Sophia and I had fallen into a rhythm that felt both natural and dangerously addictive. Mornings started with her waking me by burying her face between my thighs, her talented tongue coaxing me from sleep into shattering climaxes. Afternoons blurred into long sessions on the couch or kitchen counter where we’d use every toy in her drawer. Evenings and nights were spent exploring each other slowly, tenderly at times, then wildly and desperately at others.The first few days after the call had been the most intense. The adrenaline from almost getting caught made us reckless. On day two, Sophia had me bent over the dining table for nearly an hour, fucking me with the strap-on while I tried (and failed) to focus on making l

Elena's POV.The days following our parents’ unexpected return stretched into a strange new normal. The confrontation had shattered the private bubble Sophia and I had lived in, but it hadn’t broken us. If anything, facing the truth in the harsh light of day made our connection feel more real. More permanent.Mom and Dad gave us space, but the house buzzed with unspoken tension. Meals were awkward at first—stilted conversations about the cruise, the garden, anything but the obvious. Dad avoided eye contact with us for several days, while Mom hovered somewhere between worry and reluctant understanding. Sophia and I were careful. We kept our hands to ourselves in common areas, stealing kisses and touches only behind closed doors. But at night, in the privacy of her room or mine, we came together with a new intensity born from the fear of almost losing everything.One evening, about a week after the incident, Sophia's Mom knocked on my door while I was reading. She looked tired but dete

Sia's POV. Morning light filtered through the thin curtains of our bedroom, pale and soft, the kind that made everything look innocent even when it wasn’t. I woke before Mark, as I often did, but this time sleep had been thin and restless. My body still carried the memory of the night before, the ache between my legs, the way my fingers had moved under the sheets while my husband slept beside me. I lay still for a long minute, listening to his breathing, then carefully slipped out of bed.The hallway was quiet. The guest-room door remained closed. I stood there longer than I should have, my bare feet cool on the wood, wondering if Lucas was awake on the other side. The thought sent a fresh pulse of heat through me. I forced myself downstairs.In the kitchen I started coffee the way I always did, measuring grounds, filling the pot, opening the fridge for milk. Ordinary motions, ordinary morning, yet every sound felt sharper, the click of the switch, the low gurgle as the machine woke.