Page 27 of The Fallen

“You will find that without the implant controlling my actions, I am not a patient man. Speak.”

“I... You... It... I find I rather enjoy the taste of your absolution,” I finally confess as heat blazes across my cheeks.

“Is that so?” Leaning back, he strokes his chin as he smiles down at me. “Seems as if someone was naughty and touched herself in the shower.”

“But I didn’t,” I wail, bucking against the restraints. “Not in that way. It was just a small taste.”

Without answering me, he picks the candle back up and drizzles more of the warm wax over my body. The initial sting gives way to fervent heat. It seeps into my body, making me burn from the inside out.

Until this moment, I never worried about him being mean or cruel to me. Now, I so desperately pray I didn’t make a mistake setting him free. But then, it would be a fitting penance for him to rend me limb from limb or even burn me from head to toe. And absolution fit for the demon sent to consume me.

Chapter Seventeen

Nikolai Draven

Each dip of the wax turns her pale skin pink before it hardens into the white of the votives. It’s as if she’s a blank canvas just waiting for my brushstrokes. However, the need to fill her mouth with my cock overrides everything else, even this sacrilegious fantasy I have in my head.

Setting the candle down again to allow more wax to pool, I finger the hem of her pajama top. Based on how her nipples jut out under the fabric, she’s not wearing anything underneath. Just like with her lack of underwear. Far be it from me to chastise her when I’m benefitting from it greatly.

I bend low and nuzzle her nipple, my cock pulsing behind the cage of my pants as she gasps and bows up. Such a responsive little thing. But then, as someone as sheltered as she was, it’s not all that much of a surprise.

The restraint I hold is tenuous and nearly at the snapping point. I need to be in her somehow, someway. Even if it’s just taking her virginal mouth to take the edge off, it will give me the clarity I need to not be so consumed by her.

A groan vibrates in my throat as I suck the hardened tip into my mouth, cloth and all. Her squeal of pleasure rings out in myhead, making me nearly dizzy with lust and need. This isn’t at all how I planned for things to go.

I wanted to make her suffer. I wanted to drive her to the brink of madness. Most importantly, I wanted her to burn as I do, to long to combust with just the simplest of touches. But as I raise my head and look into her dark eyes, pupils blown out with need, I realize it will never be enough.

Just having her for one night is no longer in the plan. I need her with me for eternity. Damn the church. Damn my calling. She’s my new religion now, and I long to worship her body until the end of time.

Until her, I’ve never felt such passion. I was a shell, a walking corpse that ate, drank, and fucked my life away. In my misguided need, I came to the church, thinking it would give me what I lacked. And though it helped for a season, it never truly filled that void.

She does.

It’s as if God himself sent this temptation to me. Who am I to deny a gift so perfectly wrapped and wanting? Blowing the candle out, I toss it to the side where it clatters to the floor in a waxy mess.

An air of unease wafts off of Emily as I undo her bonds and pull her off the altar. She looks at me with suspicion and hurt, bringing a chuckle to my lips.

“It’s not what you think, my little sacrifice. We are at the point in the evening where I have just enough sanity left to offer you a choice. Allow me to have my way with you, to make you mine in the most Biblical sense of the word, and I will not be able to stop. I will consume you every chance I can during the rest of your life.”

Her lips quiver as she stands there, doing her best to rise to my unspoken challenge. “And if I refuse?”

“Then you have just one chance. One. Walk away, slowly, to not stir the primal instincts ready to pounce and devour you. Go to your room and barricade yourself. I will leave and never come back. Never bother you again. The choice is yours. Are you going to remain Sister Emily Agnes? Pure and chaste... well, as can be. Or are you going to be mine? My Emily. Mine to do what I want with when I want to. Because make no mistake. Any misstep, any hesitation on your part, will be met with a swift end.”

My heart pounds in my chest as I watch her. For the first time, I feel uncertain. Yes, I gave her the right to choose, but honestly, I’ll still hunt her down even if she says no. I’ll force my claim on her unwilling body and make her mind a living hell.

At the end of the day, I want her to choose me. I want her to want me as I do her. What I feel for this omega isn’t fleeting. It isn’t some passing fetish. I need her like I need air.

She turns and looks over at the chapel for a moment before turning her serious gaze back to me. “The moment I saw you, I couldn’t stay away. I begged and pleaded with God to keep this temptation from me, to keep me pure only unto Him. I have failed. There is no turning back. There is no running away. Even if we are to live in the depths of hell for our forbidden passion, I’d rather be there with you than without you.”

In a slow, sensual descent, she falls to her knees and clasps her hands as if in prayer. “Please, Father Draven, Nikolai, give me the absolution only you can grant. This penitent omega needs your firm hand to guide her into the abyss of depravity.”

Stunned, I stand there, unsure of what to say or do. Though I’d hoped she’d say yes, I fully expected to have to force her. “Rise, Emily. Go to your room and put on your habit. Meet me in my chambers.”

As much as I want to defile her on the altar, I care enough about her body to want to give her a soft bed for me to ravage her on. Walking past her, I don’t even wait to see if she’ll obey me. Iknow she will. My good little priestess is such an obedient little omega.

With quick jerks, I unclothe myself and drop my garments onto the floor. I drag my cassock, the priestly robes I normally wear, out of my armoire and pause as I look at the flogger I used to keep me in check. Now, there’s no need for it. Though I might use it on my wayward little omega, since she likes the bite of pain so much.

Shoving it into a small bag, I put all my other meager belongings alongside it. After tonight, neither of us can go back. This sacrosanct fucking I plan to bestow upon her body will be the final act in this abbey before we flee into the night to start our new lives together.

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