SINFUL CRAVINGS: A Raw Taboo Erotica Anthology
It pulses against the fabric of his jeans, a constant, undeniable reminder of what he just witnessed, of what he feels.
He closes his eyes, trying to clear his head, but the image is too strong. He sees her, lounging on the couch, her legs spread, that sheer camisole clinging to her every curve. He imagines bending her over the couch, the worn cushions pressing against her skin. He imagines ripping the camisole in two, the delicate fabric tearing with a satisfying rip, exposing her fully, leaving her utterly vulnerable, utterly his. The thought is raw, primal, and terrifying in its intensity. He pushes away from the door, moving blindly towards his bed, his mind a maelstrom of forbidden desi