Her Reluctant Wife: A Lesbian Age Gap Romance

Giana with wide blue eyes that had gone wild with blown-out

pupils. “You’ve done everything to me. You’ve even

blindfolded me.”

“I could be so much more inventive.” There was, in reality,

a thousand things they hadn’t done. Probably a hundred

thousand. So many more.

Coralyn raked her fingers through Giana’s hair, pulling the

strands roughly from the tight twist at the back of her head,

sending pins plinking all over the stairs. “Only if it’s with

you.” She dragged Giana’s face to hers and allowed her to

plunder her lips.

She kissed her so hard that Coralyn’s head would have been

ground into the stairs if she didn’t slide her hand back to

protect her there. Her hips rode up, begging already. She

moaned as Giana scraped her teeth along her lower lip. She

ran her tongue over the sting, then she licked Giana back, a

little more forcefully, a little more daring. Her hands tugged at

Giana’s blouse, tugged at the seams, trying to tear open the

buttons. It was expensive and well made and Coralyn wasn’t at

the right angle.

She was desper

ate though. She wasn’t shy and withering

and hiding anymore. Giana had been the one to initiate her

into that pleasure, to draw that out of her, and the thought of

Coralyn knowing it and always knowing it, even after their

time together was over, made something primal leap in

Giana’s chest. The thought of what came after, someone else

touching Coralyn, made her want to roar. She kissed her hard,

with far more intensity, with something that bordered on

obsession and even eagerness.