Forbidden Taboos : Steamy dark stories
Dropped her on the bed—her mother’s bed—sheets still smelling faintly of Claire’s lavender.
Mark stood over her a second, breathing hard, eyes black.
“Strip,” he ordered.
Emily’s hands flew to the hem of her tank top. She yanked it off—no bra underneath. Her breasts spilled free—nipples dark pink, painfully erect. She shoved leggings and underwear down in one motion, kicking them away.
Naked. Spread. Dripping onto the comforter.
Mark’s gaze raked over her like a physical touch—breasts, stomach, the trimmed patch above her swollen pussy lips already glistening.