Alle Kapitel von STEAMY DESIRES: TIES THAT BIND : Kapitel 1 – Kapitel 8

SYLVANA“On my knees? But what if someone were to walk in?” I asked my eyes drifting lower to his already hard cock pulsating in his jeans“I believe you heard me the first time miss Voss…” he paused unbuckling his belt and letting his cock spring free, veiny , huge and throbbing like it's been waiting for this moment all day then he looked straight at me before whispering lowly “...I said I want the walls of the institution hear me fuck you and you screaming my name. Is that understood?” I gasped a bit at the command at his voice and immediately nodded but he didn't take the nod for an answer, instead he tilted my chin up and I had no choice than to answer verbally “Yes Julian, I understand.” He smiles vaguely before rubbing his cock across my lips “now open up” I slowly got down on my knees between his legs and parted my lips slowly, just enough for his cock to pass through… he thrusts forward into my mouth with a force that almost made me gag and jerk backwards but he gripped m

SYLVANAThe screen went dark and I set the phone down beside me, the last of its glow fading until there was nothing left in the room but a soft gray hush and the sound of my own breathing. My body was still wound tight, still slick and swollen and empty, and I told myself I could be patient — that the hours between now and the moment I saw him again were nothing, that I knew how to wait. I was lying. I had never once known how to wait for anything Julian gave me, and he had made very sure of it.So I reached for the dildo one final time and worked it slow and unhurried, in and out, until the sharpest edge of the ache dulled into something heavier and warmer, something I could carry with me. Only then did I let myself go still. I turned off the lamp and pulled the blanket up to my chin, and beneath me the house settled into its night sounds — the tick of the radiator, my mother's jazz still murmuring up through the floorboards — and I let all of it rock me down into the dark.Sleep ca

SYLVANAFor a long time neither of us moved.I lay on my side in the dark with Mara's arm draped over my waist and her forehead pressed between my shoulder blades, and I could feel her heartbeat through my own back, fast and uneven, nothing like the slow breathing of someone asleep. She'd been awake the whole time. She'd come over on purpose."Mara," I whispered."Mm.""Are you awake?"A pause. Then, muffled against my shirt: "No."I laughed quietly. "Your heart's going like you ran here.""Because you're warm." She paused…"Because it's cold.""It's not cold."She didn't answer that. Her arm tightened a fraction, and I felt her shift closer, her body lining up along my back, her knees tucking in behind mine. In the dark she smelled of soap and something soft and floral — her hair, her skin, the warmth of her."You've been watching me," I said."Everyone watches you.""That's not what I asked."She went quiet and slowly whispered "Since the day you moved in."I turned over to face her,

The hotel was old money and dark wood and smelled of lilies, and my mother had been planning this night in her head for weeks.The suite was on the top floor, corner, with a balcony that looked out over the river and a bed so wide it looked like a stage. My room was the one next door — the door between them thin, the wall between them thinner, and Reina had booked it that way on purpose, she said, "so you're close," and I had smiled and said *of course* and thought about Julian the whole time.The eve of the wedding, and the whole floor belonged to us. Family, a few friends, the last stragglers of the preparations. My mother was in her suite with two of her friends and a bottle of something, laughing the way she laughed now — easily, often, like a woman who'd finally put something heavy down. I heard her through the wall. I heard everything through the wall.I sat on my bed in a slip with Mira's lighter in my hand and clicked it once, twice, watching the flame come and go.Julian had