He pulled my wrists above my head and locked them together with one hand. He attacked my neck with nibbles and licks, making his way to my lips and pressing deeply. Bastien Castaneda kissed me with more passion than I had ever been kissed in my life. This tender man seemed to embody passion, from head to toe.
“I want to see you.” His eyes burned into mine. He pulled the dress down over my hips until it finally dropped and pooled at my feet, my hands pinned over my head by Father Bastien Castaneda. I’d never felt more exposed or turned on. My body writhed as a smile played across his lips.
My heart thrummed in my chest, and his palm traveled around my hips to land on my bottom. His hand ran down the thigh of my leg and hitched it up around his hip. He kissed me deeply, ending with a bite on my lower lip before he released my wrists and placed his hand on my other thigh, bouncing me up onto his hips. He held me against the wall, and I ground my core into him as a means to relieve the tension throughout my body. My most sensitive parts ached to be filled by him and if the tension wasn’t relieved soon I thought I would combust.
I wrapped my arms around his neck and inhaled the scent of his skin beneath his ear. I tugged on his hair without thinking, so desperately ready for him. He held my bottom in both of his hands, backed me off the wall, and walked with eager steps to the narrow staircase up to his room.
“I can’t say no anymore, my dove, not to you.”
Arousal skittered through my body, soaking my thighs and sending me down the rabbit hole of need. Need for him. I was in a world of trouble.
He held me wrapped around his body as he took the stairs two at a time. He opened a door and we entered the room that overlooked the church garden and entrance beyond.
He laid me back on the crisp white linens of his bed and stood back to look at me. The clerical black pants hung low on his hips with the top button undone; he looked dangerously sexy bathed in the moonlight and all I could think about was his body pressed against mine.
“Good enough to eat.” His eyes inspected with a dark glint.
He gave me a lopsided grin as he picked up my foot and traced it with his nose. He took one shoe off and dropped it to the floor. He set my foot back down onto the bed softly, then removed my other shoe before crawling up the bed to my body. My heart skipped a few beats as he ran his nose up the side of my thigh, locking my legs into place with his strong hands. I writhed under his grip in anticipation of what he might do.
“I’ve been drunk on you all these weeks.” He ghosted over my center before sliding his tongue between my thighs. I cried out in pleasure, finally feeling his touch where my body most needed it.
“And this greedy pussy is so ready for me.” Bastien pulled away for a moment before running his tongue back up the sensitive flesh. I cried out again and arched into him. My hands tangled in his hair and tugged on the silky strands. He alternated sucking and nibbling before slowly pushing one finger inside me. Desire flooded through my body as Bastien continued to lick and bite before sliding in another finger and pumping his hand. I was ready to explode underneath him, but I wanted to feel him inside me. I tried pulling him up, to signal I was ready for him.
“Not yet, sweet dove. I want you to come first.” Bastien pumped deeper and sucked harder until I fell over the cliff, pleasure washing through me. My fingers tightened their grip in his hair as my body tensed then relaxed under him. My heart was pounding in my ears and my breathing came out in ragged pants.
“Sweet heavenly cream.” Bastien crawled up my body and kissed me on the lips, forcing his tongue into my mouth, letting me taste myself. The action was a surprising turn on, and it made my head dizzy with lust, mingling our tastes together. I held his head tightly to mine and kissed him with passion. Bastien pulled away from me and I groaned.
He backed off the bed and unzipped his pants then, letting them drop to the floor. My eyes flicked to his cock as he stroked it a few times while watching me with intense eyes.
“You’ve got me so hard, Tressa.” Bastien’s eyes blazed. He crawled over me and held my head tightly between his hands as he kissed me, running the tip of his length between my legs. I wrapped both arms around his body, digging my nails into his back. My legs locked around his waist and pressed him harder into my center, urging him on.
“Are you ready for us?”
My eyes flickered up to his as he froze above me. I nodded.
“Say it.” He ground his hips into me with deft precision, a quake of pleasure tearing through me.
“I’m ready for you,” I whispered and arched my back into him.
“Ready for me to do what, Tressa?” he continued to taunt me.
“Ready for you to fuck me. Please fuck me, Bastien.” My fingernails dug into his back.
“Agh,” his rigid cock stroked my nerves, “so hot and sweet and mine.” He attacked my mouth as he thrust into me in one gentle motion. My body quickly adjusted to him and he began to ease in and out. He kissed and nibbled along my neck while his hands stroked my breasts down to my hips. Then he leaned back and took my calf in his hand and held it up high over his shoulder as he began to slam into me. I cried out in pleasure at this new angle, hitting a new and delicious spot.
“You feel so incredible—so perfect, there aren’t even words to explain what you do to me.” Bastien thrust in and out and I put my hands above my head to brace myself against the headboard. Bastien placed another hand on my breast and squeezed, kneading my sensitive flesh with tender strokes. He had fully filled me and I couldn’t imagine anything could ever feel better. Just then Bastien’s hand trailed down from my breast to my clit and began to press and massage in circles.
“Come for me, let me hear how good you feel, dove.” Bastien continued to rock in and out, locking eyed with me as my orgasm ripped through me, sending tingles to my toes and a wash of pleasure to my head. Bastien groaned, his jaw tightened, and I felt his body pulse. His strokes slowed and he collapsed on top of me panting. My fingers intertwined in his hair and my heart felt like it would burst from my chest as Bastien’s head lay on top of it. His breathing slowed and he rolled to the side and curled around my body, locking me in his embrace as I heard his breathing deepen. My own lids grew heavy and I fell asleep almost instantly.
I didn’t know what tomorrow might bring for us—but I knew nothing in my life would ever top this moment, right here in bed with him. My rebel saint and savior.
SEVENTEEN
Tressa
I stretched my arms back like a cat and sighed deeply before realization dawned that I wasn’t in my own bed. And that my girly parts were sore.
We’d committed the ultimate sin last night, and here I was, the morning after, inhaling the musky scent of our lovemaking on his sheets. Images of him between my legs flashed through my mind.
