He kissed me back, gathering me into his arms, and I knew then—this wasn’t just going to be sex. Not with Silas.
This was going to be holy.
This was going to be love.
CHAPTER 16
Silas
I wasn’tsure how I was still breathing…because June Fontenot had saidyes.
Not just a nod or a murmur or a maybe, but a yes that rang through me like a bell.
A yes with her whole body. A yes with hersoul.
And now here she was—spread out on the altar like an answered prayer, like something sacred I’d been too afraid to ask for. Her lips were red and swollen with lust, her breath uneven…and she was looking at me like I was the goddamn miracle and like she wasn’t an angel.
I didn’t know how I was gonna carry that.
But I would try.
I held her in my arms and kissed her as she wrapped her legs around me, as her hands moved down the buttons on my shirt to undo them one by one. I kissed her like I was sayin’ my vows right here in this church—like a man who’d wandered the desert and just found water. And when her hands slipped under my shirt to find my bare chest, I ground against her and—fuck—we made the same sound, soft anddesperate and divine.
“Tell me if you wanna stop,” I wrenched out, even though I thought it might just kill me if we didn’t keep going.
June let out a breathy laugh. “Stop asking if I want to stop. I want this, Silas. I wantyou.”
And that was all I needed.
I kept kissing her as I shrugged out of my shirt, tossing it onto the floor with her underwear—as I moved to unbuckle my belt. Her hands were already there, already working the button, the zipper, reaching for me. Her tongue was on my lips, mine in her mouth, swallowing her moans—and her fingers were wrapped around my cock, ohfuck?—
I groaned, loud and helpless, forehead pressed to hers as she stroked me—slow, steady, like she knew exactly how I liked to be touched. And maybe she did, because I was already shaking, already on the edge of ruin just from the feel of her palm and the look in her eyes.
“June,” I whispered, voice rough and ragged. “Fuck.”
Her smile was wicked and soft all at once. “Is it sacrilege to say I can’t wait for you to fuck me on this altar?”
I tried to laugh, failing completely, moaning as she pulled me free instead. I had to stop—I would come in her hand if she kept going—so I nudged her away and braced my hands on either side of her hips. She slid closer, looping her arms around my neck, her brow furrowing as I dragged my cock up her wet pussy.
“You on birth control?” I asked, voice rough.
She nodded. “Yeah…just…please?—”
I didn’t waste another second.
And with a groan, I pushed inside her.
She gasped, nails biting into my shoulders, legs tightening around me as I eased deeper—inch by inch, until I was buried to the hilt. There wasn’t a single part of me that couldn’t feel her…and damn it, I couldn’t fucking move. I took shallow, gasping breaths against her shoulder, one hand splayed across her upper back, the other on her ass to pull her closer.
I needed to breathe.
Needed to fuck her all night…not to come fast and hard like a goddamn horny teenager.
But then June tilted her hips, a little sigh slipping past her lips. “Silas…please?—”
And I was a fuckin’ goner.
I started moving. Slow at first, gentle…the kind of rhythm meant for memorizing, for feeling, for saying without words:I see you. I want you. I will never forget the way you look right now. The way you say my name, the way you move, the way the light makes you glow like a fuckin’ angel.
