Forbidden Romance Tales
He sat back on the couch, settling her in his lap, her legs splayed over his, pussy clenching around him in aftershocks.
The firelight danced over their sweat-slicked skin, casting shadows that highlighted the bruises blooming on her breasts and thighs. Elina's eyes remained closed, face slack with bliss, her head lolling against his shoulder. Gently, almost tenderly, he brushed damp strands of hair from her face, thumb tracing her swollen lips.
"My perfect obsession," he murmured to himself, leaning back against the cushions, the weight of her grounding him.
In that moment, he silently thanked whatever cruel fate had delivered her to him, not for love, but for this endless, carnal possessio