Ripe and Milky (Mind Control BDSM Erotica)
by Ava J. Smith
Publisher: Dark December LCC
Fresh out of the maternity ward with not much of a happy ending, newly divorced Erin didn't think flirtation, not to mention an involvement, was high on her list — even though she did find her new roommate Jace attractive, maddeningly so. Of course Erin had no way of knowing just how far Jace would go to persuade her, a woman with something that would satisfy his appetite...
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From across the living room, I could hear his steps slowing down a little, apparently noticing me asleep on the couch. I didn't know why I went on pretending to sleep so I just stayed there, hoping he wouldn't hear just how loudly my heart was beating.
I heard him crossing the living room, his steps lighter than usual.
"Erin? Are you asleep?"
His voice was gentle and low and I knew I should have faked a yawn and ‘woke up’ then. I didn’t know why I kept my eyes closed.
I froze when I felt his hand on my face, gentle and warm as he brushed a strand of hair away. My heart beat picked up pace when a thumb caressed my lips and I could feel him leaning in, his breath soft on my cheek.
It was all I could do to bite back the moan when his lips caught mine under a warm, lingering kiss. He felt hot and wet and powerful, heavy on me as his mouth took in more and more of my taste.
"Jace..."
He hummed in response but didn't relent with the kiss, pressing even closer, his whole chest now weighing down on me. I felt my eyes start to roll to the back of my head, it felt so good. He smelled so nice, too, and his scent gently assaulted me as he moved slowly on top of me, caressing my lips with his own; his wet, delicious tongue teasing my mouth to open.
"Jace, wait..."
"For what, darling," he whispered, angling his head and kissed me again.
My lip throbbed for a hot minute, swelling under a harder pressure; his hands now locking around my wrists, pressing them down to the couch. My back instinctively arched, pushing against him to struggle for space but he murmured in pleasure at the touch, forcing my mouth to open so he could finally taste and take what he wanted.