Patricia was still trembling against the glass, her body a taut wire of need from the fevered dance. Her pussy was a soaked, throbbing ache, the silk shorts transparent with her want. She'd been so agonizingly close to a blissful release, but he'd pulled back, his forehead resting against hers, both of them breathing in the charged silence.
Then the world tilted.
The air grew thick, heavy, infused with an ancient, primal energy that unfurled from him like smoke. His Taboo Aura exploded outward, a wave of pure, forbidden desire that crashed over her, sinking into her skin, and setting every nerve ending ablaze. It was a force that made taboo feel sacred and wrong feel like the only right that had ever existed.
Her body answered instantly—nipples hardened to painful points, her pussy clenched and flooded with fresh heat.
"Oh god," she whimpered, "What—what is—"
