“I don’t know about that.” She tugged at the length of stubble on my chin. “But what I wanted to say was that I’m not on birth control now…or anything.”
“No birth control, huh? How very pious of you.”
A devilish grin widened her cheeks.
“So beautiful,” I whispered, clutching her face in my palms and kissing her like I’d been wanting to, like I’d spent so many nights losing sleep over with her rustling in all four corners of my brain. “So very beautiful.”
Our eyes on fire with simmering emotion, we exploded like dying stars against a lonely black sky, our passions violent, our love pure. Chaos and order, sin and virtue, every bit of us together made no sense at all—and perfect sense just the same.
A beautiful sin, our greatest catastrophe.
In that moment, I allowed myself to admit I loved her far greater than I’d known.
I just wasn’t sure what to do about that come morning, the same anxieties of our last incarnation plaguing me.
“Life is in God’s hands. I’ve always believed that.” I captured her wrists as I spoke, thrusting them above her head so her chest was angled up to me, pebbled nipples begging for my attention. “Birth control or not.”
With my last sentence, I pushed deeper, feeling her muscles tense and resist my intrusion in her soft body before, with soft moans and gentle coaxing, she opened up. Accepted all of me.
Just like she’d always done.
From the start, it felt like Tressa had seen the man behind the collar, my position as a holy disciple of no consequence to her.
A forbidden thought intruded in my head then, the glint of the belt buckle under the bed luring me to chain her here—to my bed—some temporary and twisted psychological relief that she was here to stay.
“Do you trust me?” I nipped at her lip.
“Always,” she said clearly, eyes interested.
I slid the belt from under the bed, working it against her wrists delicately before looping them behind the posts.
“Kinky, Father.” Her dark eyes danced with mischief.
“Say that again, and you don’t want to know what comes next.”
She bit down on her lip even harder. “You know I just can’t let that one go.” She wiggled, breasts dragging against the hair of my chest, hips writhing against mine, eliciting a groan of intense frustration. “So, you wanna get kinky,FatherBastien?”
My eyes about burst from my skull, the very idea that this woman was underneath me right now, that I was inside her as she wiggled and called me by my holy name…
“In the mood to dance with the devil tonight, Tressa?”
I plucked at the angry little tip of her breast, a squeak bursting past her lips as I rubbed the soft sting away.
“You ready?” My teeth at her ear was the only warning I gave before grasping her hips and flipping her, my cock already slamming back inside her before she could adjust to being without me again.
“I plan on keeping you addicted to this every day if that’s what it takes to keep you from leaving.”
In one swift move, I pulled off the cross and chain that hung around my neck, the one I never took off, thumbing the tiny worn edges of precious metal before pooling the chain at the dip of her spine.
She arched against the heavy weight of it, my fingers gliding the chain along her skin, dangling the cross over her decadent curves like a sacred pendulum. My mouth watered, hips going deeper on gentle thrusts as I skated the tip of the cross up the length of her spine and then back down the side of her torso. My eyes ate up the silky flesh I’d been so long deprived of, every charged moment leading to another and then another, before I looped the chain around her neck, allowing the medallion to dangle between her full breasts, home.
“I see the innocent little demons that dance in your eyes, sweet dove. You can’t hide your secrets from me.” My lips sucked at the sweaty skin of her neck. “You never could.”
I spread my palm over her breasts, sandwiching the tiny cross between her skin and mine like a brand. “You play so recklessly with the matches around your heart—” I nipped at her earlobe “—and the sparks enthrall me.”
Her ass wiggled against my hips, that raw, primal caveman thing I’d thought was long buried since our last night together shaking at the cages. My shame at embracing both my filthy and pious sides evaporating in an instant.
I needed this woman.
