Page 29 of The Fallen

My body quakes as I move to obey his order. Even with everything he’s already done to me, it feels so odd to be undressing in front of him. He watches my every move, studying my body as I unveil it. From under his cassock, he stirs again, tenting the fabric.

“The things you do to me,” he growls, reaching underneath to palm himself. “Soon, my cock will take your virginity. This priest will lie down with his lamb.”

With a deadly smirk, he unbuttons his cassock. He takes his time, teasing me, taunting me, torturing as he makes me wait.

I have never seen a man naked before, and I can’t wait to see all of him. Finally, he undoes the last one and slips the fabric from his shoulders. Air stills in my lungs as I stare at him in all his glory.

Even now, his anatomy swells, growing again as he watches me looking at him. Saliva pools in my mouth as I visually devour him, committing every bit to memory. He’s truly magnificent.

With a quick twist of his lips, he carries the cassock over to a chair and sets it down. In the soft light, his back stands out in stark relief. The gasp flitting from my lips sounds thunderous to my ears as I race to his side.

Before he can stop me, I run my fingers over the ragged skin. He looks so broken, so abused. But who would do such a thing? Scars, old and new, cover his shoulders in angry slashes. It brings tears to my eyes.

“Careful,” he breathes. “The more you touch me, the more I find my ability to hold back lessening.”

“Who did this to you?”

“You did.” His words hang in the air as I yank myself back.

“But I never touched you.”

“Not with your hands, my darling little lamb. But with your very presence. Your body tempted me beyond what I could handle. The penance I gave myself was far harsher than the one I gave to you.”

Tears spark in my eyes, burning as I run my lips over the puckered skin. Nikolai stiffens underneath me, his scent changing with every swipe of my tongue against his ravaged flesh. Like the woman at Jesus’s feet, I let my tears wash away the agony.

“On the bed, Emily. Go before I drag you down to the floor and fuck you there.”

As tempting as that idea is, I walk away and give us both some space. With each step, I can breathe just a bit better.Though I will never forgive myself for the agony I caused him, I can at least use my body to atone.

Arousal drips from my pussy as I lie there, spread out for him to do as he wishes, a virginal sacrifice for his need. A flush heats me from head to toe as he slides in between my parted thighs. With a groan, he leans over me, his eyes darkening as he stares down at me in wonder.

Everything coils within me like a snake doubling on itself. I need him to touch me, to drive the ache away, but he simply stares. Patience. I suppose that’s what he’s teaching me. That or he’s dragging this out to make me hurt as much as he did.

Bending low, he drags the tip of his tongue around my nipple, making it harden. A loud, low groan vibrates through my chest as I slide my fingers through his hair, holding him against my skin as he suckles as if he were a babe. With each flick of his tongue, I lose myself to the lust he builds in me until I worry I cannot take any more.

He pulls away and goes to the other one, tormenting me with his mouth. After several agonizing minutes, he pulls away. His eyes are darker now, nearly pitch black, with just a hint of blue around his pupils. “Last chance,” he rasps, his voice sounding far away, as if speaking through water.

“Take me, my master. Make me yours.”

I barely get the words out when he slides into me, filling me up in one long stroke. The scream that hovers in my throat quickly cuts off as he seals his lips over mine, drawing the torturous sounds into him. It’s not that it hurts all that much. The shock is what makes my sanity fracture and split.

He lies there on top of me, breathing into me as he clutches me tight. With each thud of his heart against my chest, my body loosens, relaxing into him until we’re melded into one. Then, and only then, does he start to move.

His hips rock into me, drawing sizzles of pleasure from my overwrought nerves. Lights spark behind my eyelids as I soak everything up, memorizing every move, every twitch, every breath as he slowly takes me, owning me with every stroke.

There is only one first, and I want to savor it.

His deep, masculine grunts flood my ears, interspersing with my softer, feminine moans. It’s an erotic cacophony that drowns out everything else. There’s nothing but him and me in this moment. The world could be crashing down around us, and I wouldn’t even notice.

As he pulls out, he wedges his fingers in between us and strokes my clit. “Come for me, my reprobate. Coat my cock in your slick.”

I arch into him, reveling in the way he touches me, the expert way he draws passion from my body. Everything he’s done to me leads to this moment, a holy joining of our bodies, a completion as he slams into me. Each stroke is punishing as he invades me, impaling me on his massive cock.

The moans turn into fevered wails as he conquers me with his body. As I go to cover the sounds of our passion, he wrenches my hand away.

“No. I want to hear every sound that drips from your lips. I want God himself to hear our union and hide himself away.”

It’s as if a dam bursts open inside me. Unfettered, I tip my head to the sky and cry aloud as he pistons in and out. Now, there is no condemnation. I am wholly and truly his.

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