Page 89 of Savior

I was waiting for her to say,‘What age gap?’

I can’t dwell on the hatred growing in my belly, though.

Not when Sloane whispers, “Harder, Father. Fuck me harder.”

Words that’ll haunt me for the rest of my life, no matter where I go after this godforsaken cabin.

I do as she asks, gripping her shoulder and leaning forward to give her just what she needs. My fingers dive deeper inside her, and she captures my lips in a bruising kiss.

I didn’t think it was possible, but I grow harder beneath her, dick pressing painfully behind my boxers and throbbing for attention.

The kiss grows brutish, our teeth clashing, and I swallow her ardent moans of rapture. Her walls flutter around my fingers, and I know she’s getting closer, even before her nails dig into my shoulder.

“Don’t stop, Luca, God, don’t stop,” she begs, and my name from her lips uttered next toHishas the dream I’d had days ago wafting back into my mind.

“You going to come for me soon, aren’t you, my little dove?” I tease, biting her lower lip playfully.

My dick is seeping pre-cum into my pants, and the sticky warmth of it brushes my arm as I angle my arm upward to add another finger inside her.

She gulps for air as I widen her further with my fingers.

“There we are, pretty girl; let your priest stretch your pretty cunt.”

I know I’m fucked the moment I give over to the carnal urges fluttering through my mind.

She’s sobbing with wails of pleasure, breaths shallow and quick as her eyes stay locked on mine as her mouth falls even further open, her eyes widening with an emotive expression.

“Don’t you dare close your eyes. Let me see you come for me,” I taunt, leaning into her and breathing in her pleasure with greed. It fills my soul with a pining ache so deep I know Lucifer is scrubbing his hands together as he expects one of God’s chosen to fall from grace.

Her avaricious cries denote her orgasm, and I watch as she fights to keep her eyes open as she shouts my name over and over as her walls convulse around my fingers.

“Good girl, little dove. Good girl,” I praise, not knowing who the fuck I’m becoming the longer I’m around her.

And it’s not her that’s doing the ruining. I’ve been this covetous, dark man all along, and the darkness was only waiting for the perfect time to surface.

She liquefies onto my lap as I remove my fingers from her center, licking them clean as she watches me with glazed-over eyes of bliss.

“That was…” I hear her audibly swallow.

I nod. I’m unable to form words or summarize what that was like in any semblance of a sentence.

“How will we ever quit this? How will we do what’s right?” she asks, and her question sinks to the bottom of my stomach like a message tied to a rock.

If I had to answer her, I know the words would go like this:I don’t know.

But that does neither one of us any good to have floating free in the universe, so I keep them to myself.

The anguish we’re inflicting on each other because we want to dive into this dangerous attraction together is astounding.

But we can’t.

At least, I can’t.

Which makes no sense, considering how I just behaved.

I feel like I’m teetering on the edge of a sword without shoes on, and careening over the edge would lead me to the safety of her arms. But in her arms, I wrap myself in sin so abominable that I’d land on the rung of hell beneath where the Devil himself dwells.

“Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned,” I mutter, looking up at the ceiling.

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