Forbidden Love with my stepbrother
Now, in this locked room, his mouth found mine in a hungry and demanding kiss that tasted of whiskey and sin.
His tongue swept past mine, diving swiftly into my mouth in order to taste the nooks and crannies.
And while his hand cupped each of my breast through the dress, the pad of his thumb was circling my nipple until it peaked into two hard beads.
My legs were shaking. Emotions swirled inside me—excitement laced with nerves, and a thrilling fear that made my pulse to race.
I'd fantasized about this, but reality was overwhelming, his presence filling the space, making me feel small yet desired.