Chapter 3 Forbidden Desires

• Rachel POV
• When I was 16 and my uncle came to spend Christmas at our home, I kissed him.
• It had been a tough year for me, and when I saw him, I simply couldn't hold back my emotions. When we were alone in the Morrow mansion's garden, in that Christmas cold, while everyone inside was celebrating, and Uncle Jeremy, concerned about me, had sought me out to comfort me with sweet and caring words, I kissed him. And that had been my first kiss, so special, so unique…
• But Uncle Jeremy clearly pushed me away and told me it was wrong—that he didn't see me that way and never had in a romantic sense, not just because I was his niece but also because I was too young for him. At the time, I thought it was absurd, especially since he wasn't my real uncle, and to me, age was just a number, but what could I say? I was just a silly girl in love with him.
• But today, Jeremy was returning my kiss.
• His hands were still pulling me closer, his mouth almost devouring mine, his tongue telling tales of secret pleasures as it intertwined with mine. He kissed me so well that I forgot everything around me, and just being in his arms was what mattered.
• When the personal air ran out, and I lifted my head, breathing unevenly through my mouth, Jeremy was kissing my chin and jaw, moving down to my neck, his kiss so intense it almost hurt, his arms holding me so firmly they lifted me off the ground.
• It was like he wanted to devour me.
• "Y-you have desires for me; that's evident..." I mumbled, almost not believing what was happening while all I wanted was more.
• "Fuck yes…" He responded, his voice heavy and drawled like a low growl. "You've become an extremely seductive woman, Rachel."
• "Do you really think so..?" I asked with a mischievous little laugh, turning my back to him. I could feel his rigid body touching mine with eagerness; I could ignite his masculinity by pressing my butt against him; he was so appealing... "I can tell when you want me, how much you want me…"
• "You're fucking with my senses, I can't see anything but you…" he whispered while his mouth was busy on my collarbone, his hands caressing my body with desire, his breathing heavy.
• I threw my head back, imagining how long I'd waited for this moment. I mean, I always dreamed of this, always dreamed of the day Jeremy would start seeing me as a woman.
• The day he would start looking at me as a potential sexual partner, I was tired of being that little girl in his eyes, so it was like my dream was coming true now, and all I wanted was to eternalize this moment, the pleasurable sensation his kisses gave me.
• He was the man I wanted, my God. He was the man I had always desired, the only man who could drive me crazy with a simple touch.
• "Am I driving you crazy, huh? Am I…?" I teased him, slowly swaying my hips, pressing my butt against his erection in a way I knew would drive him mad. "Even if this is wrong?"
• He growled like a hungry animal. "Just shut up!" And then he grabbed my waist, turned me to face him, pulling my body to crash against his, making me let out a little moan.
• "Aw… Jeremy…"
• His moss-green eyes were dangerously heavy as they looked at me, as if he wanted to devour me with just a kiss. "I just want to, I want you as fuck…" Then he held the back of my neck with that big hand of his and claimed my mouth with a fervent kiss that made my whole body shiver.
• I found myself moaning in the kiss while he held my body with desire, sliding his hand down my back and moving to my thighs and butt, like a damned sinful man surrendering to his darkest sin.
• His silky tongue was demanding as it tangled with mine, making us dance a dangerous and addictive dance, yet totally forbidden... I felt like I was dying at the same time as I felt more alive than ever, the way every particle of my being was vivid, all my senses heightened, and my whole being completely focused on him, only paying attention to him... it was an out-of-this-world feeling.
• Was this the sensation of dying? Then if I were dying, now, in my mind, I was going to paradise...
• Suddenly, we heard the sound of a horn. "Hey, you perverts! Get a room!" shouted some man passing by on the bridge with his car.
• When Jeremy let me go, I had to hold onto the bridge's railing because my legs were so weak they threatened to give out at any moment. My breathing was agitated, and my senses were screaming inside me… Fuck, why did this man kiss so well? It was like he wanted to suck me out from the inside!
• "I think the guy is right," he said. Although the moment wasn't appropriate for embarrassment, Jeremy wasn't embarrassed, there were more urgent feelings than that now.
• "What do you mean?" I mumbled, at the moment not being able to form coherent thoughts, as I was so hooked by him.
• "I'm talking about the crazy ass driver," he explained, pointing in the direction of the car that had just passed.
• "Oh yeah, oh, shit…" I cursed, running my hand through my hair. We were literally making out in the middle of the road like a shameless couple of perverts. The worst part was I hadn't even noticed that, I mean, I was only thinking about him and what we were doing, not the place.
• What would have happened then if there had been no interruption? Would I have let him fuck me right there in the open? Certainly, that's not how my mother raised me… "My God, this is so out of control."
• He smiled slyly, somewhat cynically, noticing my deplorable condition. I might have been trembling, and it wasn't from the cold, because although modesty was hitting me hard now, my instincts wanted to scream and beg for him, wanting more and more of him, so my face and my whole body were showing my needs.
• "I'm so vulnerable…" I mumbled.
• "We both are," he responded, approaching me, extending his hand. "Come, I know a place."