Tagalog Forbidden Mga Nobela at Kwento

"We can't afford to replace expensive items because of your clumsiness." I kept my head down and nodded silently. People like Vera always found reasons to criticize everything I did. Maybe it was because I was an orphan with no family to defend me. Or maybe because of the strange silver birthmark on my shoulder that I kept carefully hidden under my clothes. It looked like a crescent moon caught in thorny vines, and the old pack shaman had once told me it meant I was "touched by unusual magic." Whatever the reason, I'd learned long ago to stay quiet and avoid drawing attention to myself.

I reach out, my fingers wrapping around the girth of him, marveling at how hot he is. He pushes my legs back, pinning my knees to my chest and exposing everything to him. He doesn't use a condom; he doesn't use lube. He doesn't need to. I am dripping for him. "Be quiet," he whispers, a dark smirk on his lips. "We don't want to wake your sister." The threat of being caught only adds fuel to the fire. He aligns his head with my opening and drives himself in with one powerful, devastating thrust.