All Chapters of RAW ECSTASY: A STEAMY COLLECTION : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

The storm outside raged with fierce determination, rain hammering against the windows of the old beach house like it wanted to break inside. Lydia sat cross legged on the worn living room couch with a blanket wrapped around her shoulders. The power had gone out almost an hour ago leaving the entire house in complete darkness except for the occasional flash of lightning that lit up the room for brief moments. She could hear the wind howling through the trees surrounding the property and the distant crash of waves from the ocean just down the hill.Jasper sat on the other end of the couch. Her best friend since they were six years old. The boy who had grown into a tall handsome young man with messy dark hair and warm brown eyes that always seemed to understand her without words. They had come to this beach house for a week of relaxation before their final year of college started. Just the two of them. Their parents had trusted them completely because they had been inseparable for so lon

The storm outside seemed to grow even stronger as if it knew what was happening inside the beach house. Lightning flashed more frequently now illuminating their bodies in brief silver bursts before plunging them back into complete darkness. Lydia lay on the couch with Jasper, their bodies pressed together under the blanket. Her skin still tingled from the orgasm he had given her. She could feel his heart beating fast against her chest. His cock was still hard and warm against her thigh.Jasper, she whispered, running her fingers through his hair. I want more. I want to feel all of you.He kissed her deeply, his tongue exploring her mouth with growing hunger. Are you sure? he asked, his voice rough with desire. We do not have to rush.I am sure, she replied, pulling him closer. I have waited so long for this. For you.He groaned softly and shifted them so he was on top of her. The weight of his body felt perfect. Safe and exciting all at once. He kissed her neck, her collarbone, and th

The morning light filtered through the large windows of the lake house, casting a golden glow across the wooden floors. I woke up in Marcus’s arms, my body deliciously sore from the night before. His strong chest rose and fell steadily beneath my cheek. I could feel his warmth, the steady beat of his heart, and the undeniable hardness of his cock pressing against my thigh even in sleep.I shifted slightly, and he stirred, his arms tightening around me possessively. Good morning, beautiful, he murmured, his voice rough with sleep and desire. Did you sleep well?Yes, I whispered, pressing a kiss to his chest. But I woke up wanting you again.He groaned deeply and rolled us so he was on top of me. His blue eyes were dark with hunger as he looked down at my naked body. You are going to be the death of me, Lydia, he said, his voice low and rough. I have wanted you for so long, and now that I finally have you, I cannot get enough.He kissed me deeply, his tongue claiming my mouth with posse

The drive back from the small town market had started innocently enough. Marcus had suggested they pick up fresh ingredients for dinner since they still had two more days at the lake house before my father returned. But the tension between us had been building the entire time. Every glance. Every brush of our hands. By the time we were halfway back on the quiet forest road, the air in the car was thick with unspoken desire.Marcus suddenly pulled the car off the main road onto a narrow dirt path that led deeper into the woods. The SUV bounced slightly on the uneven ground until he parked in a secluded clearing surrounded by tall trees. No one would find us here.What are we doing? I asked, my voice already breathless.I cannot wait until we get back, he growled, turning off the engine. I need you now.He reached over and pulled me into a fierce kiss. His tongue claimed my mouth with raw hunger. I moaned into the kiss, my hands gripping his shirt. He unbuckled my seatbelt and pulled me

The morning light filtered through the heavy curtains of the penthouse, casting a soft golden glow across the massive bed. I woke up still naked, my wrists lightly marked from the cuffs James had used the night before. My body felt different. Sensitive. Alive. Every inch of my skin remembered his touch, his mouth, the way he had edged me until I was begging and crying for release.James was already awake, standing by the floor to ceiling windows wearing only black silk pajama pants. The city stretched out far below us, but his eyes were fixed on me. He looked like a king surveying his newest possession.Good morning, Lilly, he said, his voice deep and smooth. Did you sleep well in your new home?Yes, Sir, I whispered, sitting up and pulling the silk sheet around my naked body. My cheeks burned as I remembered how I had screamed his name the night before.He walked over to the bed and gently pulled the sheet away, leaving me completely exposed. Do not hide from me, he commanded softly.