Page 10 of Forgive Me, Father

“But you’re a priest,” I say, the words quiet and tremulous, like I’m telling a secret, not stating a fact. My heart hammers against my ribs. My brain feels disconnected from my body. My thoughts are a whirlwind. I am nothing but confusion, disbelief, and hope.

Father Thorne’s jaw clenches, and a muscle jumps in his cheek. He takes a step closer, his blue eyes intense and stormy. “I am,” he agrees, his voice taking on a gritty tone that turns my insides to mush. “But I’m also a man, Olivia. A man who’s completely obsessed with you.”

I swallow hard, my throat dry. Heat pools in my belly, spreading through me like wildfire. Father Thorne isobsessedwith me?

What?

I must be hallucinating. The stress of this entire situation has finally gotten to me and my brain is showing me what I want to see so that I don’t break down completely.

But then I meet his gaze, and I know it’s real. All of this is real, somehow. I can’t look away from his gorgeous blue eyes. I feel like I’m under his spell. His willing captive.

“You can’t…we can’t…” I say, my voice shaking.

He reaches up, cupping my cheek. He’s never touched my skin before, and I suddenly feel electrified. Vibrating, humming with energy. With want. With a need I don’t fully understand.His touch is gentle, yet firm, his fingers warm and strong as he caresses my skin.

“I know,” he murmurs, thumb moving over my cheek. He’s staring at where he’s touching me, as though he’s feeling the same electricity, the same hypnotic desire that I am. “I’ve fought against this, angel. I’ve prayed for strength, for guidance. But I can’t deny it anymore. I want you. I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my entire life.”

His words make me shiver as my heart beats hard and fast, as my pulse throbs in my clit. I’m scared. I’m excited. I’m turned on. I lean into his touch before I even realize I’m going to do it. It should feel wrong, but it doesn’t.

Everything about Father Thorne has always felt so incredibly right.

“I want you, too. More than anything. Since I first saw you, I’ve wanted…” I lick my lips. My heart is beating so hard and so fast that it’s hard to talk.

Father Thorne’s eyes darken, the black of his pupils obscuring the piercing blue. He leans in, so close that I can feel his breath on my lips.

My heart is going wild. I’m shaking with anticipation. Is he going to kiss me?

“I shouldn’t,” he rasps, gaze flicking back and forth between my eyes and my lips. “We shouldn’t.”

“I know,” I whisper.

“Fuck,” he says, and then his lips brush against mine, soft and gentle. The air seems to crackle with electricity around us, and I feel like I’m about to combust just from that gentle, brushing contact. I sway closer and reach up to fist his shirt.

He pulls back slightly, his gaze meeting mine.

And then he’s kissing me again, a real kiss this time, with parted mouths and sighing breaths. His arms slide around me, holding me tight against him. My breasts ache, my spinearches, and I’m soaking my panties at the feeling of his mouth against mine. I’m tingling and pulsing. I’m coming undone. I’ve imagined what it would be like to kiss Father Thorne so many times, and I see now that my imagination fell woefully short of the reality.

He groans and kisses me deeper, his tongue slipping into my mouth. My toes curl at the feeling of his tongue sliding against mine. He explores my mouth as though he’s determined to learn every inch of me. I melt into him as he kisses me and kisses me. I ache in a way I’ve never experienced before. I’m drenching my panties, squirming as I do my best to kiss him back. His hands roam over my back, my hips, my waist, leaving hot tingles in the wake of his touch.

He breaks the kiss and presses his forehead to mine. His breathing is ragged, his eyes wild. “Tell me to stop,” he says, his voice rough.

“You bought me, Father Thorne. Don’t you want what you paid for?”

Five

Olivia

Father Thorne drags his lips over mine again, not quite a kiss. “Gabe. Not Father Thorne.” His breath is hot against my tingling, swollen lips.

“Gabe,” I whisper, saying his name like a prayer. Reverent. Worshipful.

He groans and kisses me again, hard. His hands are everywhere, cupping my face, sliding down my neck, my shoulders, my back. He’s pulling me closer, pressing me against him. I suck in a breath at the feeling of him, hard and thick, against me. My entire body throbs. I’m drowning in sensation, in the lushness of his mouth on mine, his hands roaming my body in a way that makes me want more. In a way that makes me forget that I came in here trembling and afraid.

I reach up tentatively, stroking my fingers over his broad shoulders. He’s so firm. So sturdy and strong. My hands skim over his chest, tracing the hard muscles beneath his shirt. I can feel his heartbeat, matching the wild rhythm of my own. There’s comfort in knowing he’s just as swept up in this as I am. I explorelower as we kiss and kiss, tracing the ridges of his stomach, feeling the heat of his skin through the thin fabric of his shirt.

He groans when the tips of my fingers skim over the waistband of his jeans, kissing me hungrily. Desperately. He growls against my mouth, and I liquefy, everything inside me going hot and pliant. His hands grip my hips as he pulls me against him, and again, I feel his hardness press against me. I gasp into his mouth, and he takes advantage, deepening the kiss. His tongue slides against mine, and it feels like we’re the only two people in the world.

His hands slide down to cup my ass, and he squeezes as he lifts me, pressing me against the wall. My legs wind around his waist as though we’ve done this a hundred times, and I moan, writhing against him. I loop my arms around his shoulders, and he tears his mouth from mine, trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses down my neck. I tilt my head to the side, giving him better access, gasping and moaning as he sucks and nips at my sensitive skin. I feel every brush of his mouth throughout my body—my nipples, my stomach, my empty, clenching pussy, all the way down to my toes.

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