Her Reluctant Wife: A Lesbian Age Gap Romance

alone for so long. Lonely. We can fix this. Please. We can get

lost in each other.

“I’m not going to,” Coralyn protested, an edge to her voice.

But her feet moved. She was shaking her head, but then she

was tumbling against Giana, a force that nearly knocked her

over.

Her arms twined around her neck, pulling her face down,

and Giana let herself fall like a deluge of rain. She turned her

face up to the clouds, to the storm raging around them, raging

inside of her, and she claimed Coralyn’s sensual lips in a kiss

that was promise and punishment and pure, revitalizing heat.

Chapter 8

Coralyn

What was wrong with her that she couldn’t walk away?

She didn’t even have to tell the truth. She just needed to be

firm and leave. Why couldn’t she do that? It should be simple.

Easy to do. Easy to break off and walk away from. But it

wasn’t.

She should stop Giana from kissing her, but she couldn’t.

She was falling, and she couldn’t bring herself to stop. She

was the one who had put all of this in motion.

She was backed up roughly, towards the wall. It was a shock

when Giana pinned her there, using her hips, not her arms or

hands. She kept those locked around Coralyn’s waist as she

punished her mouth, a kiss like nothing Coralyn had ever

experienced before.

Maybe this was why she couldn’t say no. Why she couldn’t

turn around and disappear. Why she’d kept coming back here.

She’d used the necklace as her excuse, used her rage and

sorrow. But there was a truth that she couldn’t deny. That had