Morning Sneak Peek

Luna slips through the door at dawn, heels dangling from two fingers. Her stepmother dozes on the couch in a bathrobe that’s slipped open, revealing black lace stretched tight over full breasts and the straps of a garter belt biting into her thighs. The girl freezes, pulse hammering, eyes locked on the swell of that forbidden flesh. She tries to creep past, but a floorboard creaks. Helena jolts awake. "You think coming home at sunrise keeps you out of trouble?" Luna doesn’t answer at first. She plants herself in front of the couch, close enough to smell her stepmom’s perfume mixed with sleep. "Your robe’s open," she murmurs, voice low and lazy. "Did you wait up for me?" Helena’s brows snap together—yet her nipples tighten visibly beneath the lace. She catches the glance and doesn’t cover up. Instead, she studies Luna, calculating. "Don’t start." Luna leans in, breath warm at Helena’s ear. "Maybe I want to finish something else." Her fingertips skim the inside of a silk-clad thigh. Helena shivers but stays still, breathing sharper now. The robe slides farther off her shoulder; she doesn’t stop it. A hand fists in Luna’s hair, drags her down into a hard, open-mouthed kiss. Teeth clash. Luna moans and climbs astride those spread legs, pushing lace aside, fingers gliding over wet heat. Helena yanks the girl’s dress up, cups her bare ass, squeezes hard enough to bruise. Clothes fall in a careless heap. Luna grinds down, slick folds meeting, hips rolling with greedy rhythm. Helena flips them. She pins Luna beneath her on the couch cushions, knees on either side, riding her fingers, taking what she wants. She gasps, head thrown back, breasts bouncing with every thrust. Luna sucks a stiff nipple through lace, bites, and Helena comes—sharp, shuddering, mouth open on a silent cry. They collapse, sweat-slick, tangled, still half-dressed. Helena catches her breath, then looks down at the flushed girl beneath her and smiles, sharp and knowing. "We’re not done talking about last night."