EDEN: Steamy Forbidden Pleasures
We drove home silent, but his hand on my thigh promised more.
Months in, the awkwardness was a distant memory. What started as a mistake evolved into addiction...filthy, consensual, and gruesomely hot.
Mom remained oblivious, our secret thriving in stolen moments. And every time he slid inside me, whispering "Mine," I knew we'd never stop.
The taboo bound us tighter than any ring, and in our twisted world, it was perfect.