Page 21 of Always Alchemy

‘Yes, Father,’ I say.

‘I’m going to enthrall you and ravish you and violate you and claim you.’

Twist. Lick.

‘You think you need all these men to keep you satisfied? You don’t. You just need me andmyfingers andmytongue andmydick.’

Lick.

Oh myGod.I’m spiralling out of control, up and up into some celestial ecstasy.

‘You waltz into my confessional like the fucking queen of all that is forbidden and tempting, and you undo me, and I’m about to give you so much dick that I’ll have you writhing on this bed begging for sweet release like a sinner begging to be let into Heaven.Do you understand?’

Oh my God.

Yes.

Exactly this.

Jesus.

He’s hitting every spot in my head and on my body with his cruel fingers and clever tongue and taunting, intoxicating words.

‘I understand,’ I tell him. ‘I want—I need to come. I need your dick inside me right now.’

‘Fuck me,’ he grits out, and then his lips are sealing to my pussy and his tongue is swiping at my clit, up and down in rough, relentless strokes, and my orgasm hits me like a freight train, painting my world red as unimaginable flames of pleasure engulf my entire body.

He pulls away from me, and I twist my head, pantingand bereft, and watch lasciviously the glorious view of Fr Rafe losing his priestly kit. Off comes the collar, and the shirt, and down come the trousers, and then he’s blurring as he closes the distance between us and stands behind me.

A hand comes to my hips and tugs me against him as he presses his gloriously blunt, warm crown to my entrance. I’m still shuddering out the last of my orgasm as he breaches me in a single jagged drive, and holy fucking Lord, everything is now good with the world and the angels are singing their approval because this man isinside meand filling me up with no room to spare.

I groan, low and guttural, and push my bottom back against him. His answering groan is agonised. Carnal. He pulls out of me slowly, before sinking deeply, luxuriously, back inside me.

We both moan. Then there’s the low, familiar but unintelligible incantation of prayer.

‘Are you praying in Latin?’ I ask. ‘It’s a bit late to seek forgiveness.’

‘Trying to hold on,’ he grunts, and I shut up, because I don’t want to focus on anything that is not the slow drags of this man’s dick as it fills me up again and again.

His thrusts pick up pace. They grow impossibly deeper. His fingernails dig into the flesh of my hip. I lower myself onto my elbows and claw at the black sheets.

‘You seductress,’ he mutters as he thrusts. ‘Your body is so fucking luscious. So decadent. So intoxicating. I didn’t stand a chance. I wanted my fingers twisting in your cunt the second I felt you kneeling next to me. Jesus Christ. How our Lord can make a single human so fucking delicious, I do not know.’

His hungry words spin me higher as his drives, profoundand elemental, work their magic against the nerve endings hidden deep inside my body for him to find.

We’ve profaned a sacrament. We’ve sullied what should have been a sacred communion of two souls, dragged it down to the mud with us and transformed it into something base and primal.

In theory, anyway.

But I don’t know about the theory, because the practice,this,feels pretty fucking sacred to me. It feels transcendent and mystical and redemptive, as if our souls are simply communing in a way we can feel far more clearly than we can comprehend.

The dirtier he gets, the more crude his whispered curses and admonishments and extortions get, the more roughly he drags that great big dick of his in and out of me, the more I soar and unravel and transform.

And then that blunt, insistent crown provokes my front wall one time too many, and I break, grinding my bottom against his balls and my forehead against the mattress as I take and take and allow the unearthly pleasure to course over me in relentless waves.

I’m contracting around him when he comes emphatically inside me, pulsing and shuddering and crying out and stilling, his lips pressing urgent kisses along my spinal column as his hair brushes the thin skin of my back.

He pulls out of me and helps me down onto my back, tugging me into his arms.

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