Man On The Make (Adult Erotica) by Toby Moretz
Very taboo. Not for the faint of heart. May include taboo and forbidden elements including incest and BDSM. This is a vintage **full length** (100+ Pages), post-censorship erotic novel.
DR. VIVIAN TEMPLE felt as though Eric Bentley had stripped her naked. His pale blue eyes had lingered on the bare swell of her breasts above the neckline of her green gown; his eyes had moved down her flat belly to the base of her torso, where the flare of the gown hid the lines of her body.
"You're a beautiful woman," Eric whispered.
She tried to smile, but her heart was pounding so fast and so hard that she was afraid the smile would become a gasp for air. She looked down at the long-stemmed crystal glass in her hand. A cocktail onion impaled on a toothpick rested on top of a half-melted ice cube. "Just enough left for one more sip," she said without looking up at Eric.
"Do you want me to ask you?" he questioned.
She moved slightly sideways and drained her glass.
"That's the fourth or fifth martini I've had," she announced, and looked straight at him. He was very close to her, and she could feel his hot breath on her face.
"You know how much I want you," he said.
The urgency in his voice made her tremble.
"It's what you want too," he went on.
She wanted to deny it but couldn't. All her strength was gone. She searched his handsome face for an indication that he would help her and not take advantage of her weakness. His jaw was set, his thin lips bloodless, and his ice-blue eyes relentless. She knew he was determined to possess her.
She tried to look beyond his broad shoulders into the dining room, where the other guests were. She could hear their laughter and even the sounds of dance music being ground out of the host's stereo phonograph.
Again her eyes sought his.
"You knew I'd follow you," Eric said.
She nodded and whispered, "Please, Eric, let's go back before... " His strong fingers suddenly touched her face. He tilted her lips to meet his.
She twisted away but immediately felt sorry for him. Her feeling of regret for having hurt him and her desperate, clawing need to be taken by him commingled within her. "All right, Eric," she said softly; "take me home."
This time when his fingers touched her, they slid down the side of her face, brushed her patrician neck, and finally played across the naked tops of her luscious breasts.
She closed her eyes and let her senses respond to his deft caress. "Take me home," she said again.
"Yes," he answered, and kissed her closed eyelids.