so I’m impaled on him more. I half expect him to walk us to the shower or something, but he doesn’t.
He goes over to the wall beside the dresser and he turns around.
Then he walks back until his spine is against it.
My brow furrows when I see pain flash over his face, and though I want to protest, the strangest wave of emotion crosses his features.
Sweet oblivion.
It’s like a high. I can see it in his eyes. The pinpricks of his pupils.
“Ride me,” he says thickly.
I want to, I love that he feels that way, that he can find freedom in my body, but I’m a frickin’ virgin.
It’s not like I’ve ever done this before.
How do I even—
Before I can wonder too long over the situation, he shifts his hold on me and grabs my thighs and helps, giving me leverage.
It’s awkward, and not at all sexy—at least, not to me, but to him?
His face is relaxed, the hard lines about his mouth, around his eyes, and between his brows are gone, soft.
His lips are parted as he takes deep breaths, and I can feel just how in the zone he is.
This is pleasurable for him.
The sharp bite of pain with the ecstasy of being in a pussy again...
Of being in my pussy.
How can I deny him this?
So I work hard, even though it does what I’m not supposed to do—exerts me. I get tired quickly, so I’m relieved like hell when he grabs my ass, parts my cheeks, then begins to rear up into me.
When he comes, I can feel his seed exploding inside me. The slick warmth is like a sweet firebomb that detonates my own release.
As my head falls back, eyes rolling until the lids close on them, I experience the same sweet oblivion as he does, and even better?
His cum seeps out of me.
United in blood, tears, and cum.
Heaven.
Savio
I left her sleeping in my bed to get up to go about my daily chores. It feels distinctly odd to be doing them when I’ve just broken one of the key vows of the priesthood. I should feel ashamed, I should feel like I need to punish myself, but I don’t.
If anything, there’s a harmony inside me that’s better than a choral performance of “Morning Has Broken.”
I feel like that.
Like the sun is shining on me at long last, like an eternal night has broken, and day is here for me once more.
Nothing can get me down.
Not even the fact she slept through me scrubbing down the wall beside the dresser—it’s a nightmare waiting to happen when blood dries—can get me down.
I’ll admit to being worried.
I was selfish.
She worked hard to get me off, and it definitely knocked me for six. I felt like my brain was going to implode on itself, and I’ve never, ever come like that before.
Just thinking about it makes me uncomfortably hard, especially as I’m in the middle of preparing for service.
I’ve already blackened my vows, but to get a hard-on in church?
Unthinkable.
But not thinking about her in my bed is also impossible.
She’s so strange.
So weird.
So... perfect.
I can’t even describe it.
I know she’s insane, and I know she’s ill, yet I can’t help but believe her when she says I’m hers and she’s mine.
It’s proof I’m insane also, but for the first time in too long, I can embrace that. I can think it without shying away from it and wondering if I’ll ever get locked up in an asylum.
If she’s a little kooky, then why can’t I be?
We can be weird together, and maybe we’ll balance each other out.
The thought makes me smile as I flip through the Bible and make a few mental annotations for my service today.
A cough sounds in the church, and I peer at the aisle, my brows rising when I see someone standing at the top. I squint a little, since I’m bathed in the morning light and he’s standing in the dark.
When I register who he is, though, my mood plummets.
The day had started so well.
Marco Corelli.
If ever there was sin personified, it’s him.
That he has the audacity to even walk in here tells me a lot about my predecessor. I already knew he was a charlatan, what with the way he allowed the food bank and the soup kitchen to flounder the way they were when I arrived here, but knowing that Corelli was welcomed?
My anger surges inside me.
I know why he’s here too.
He only comes after a purge, and the last one was