Page 179 of Holy Hearts
It’s Kai’s.
There’s a heat in his stare that threatens to unmake me. The sharp edge of his knife glinting faintly in his palm. It drags slowly over my abdomen as his eyes flick to the Bible at my side.
The metal’s edge catches faintly against my skin, not enough to break it, but enough to promise he could.
“Read.” Kai’s voice is both prayer and sin, curling around my ribs as I pull the Bible into my lap with trembling fingers. He shifts beneath me, his cock hard as he pulls out, sliding between the lips of my pussy.
I know he’s close, it’s why he pulled out of me. Despite that, he drags my slick center along his shaft for some much-needed friction.
The soft crackle of the pages fills the silence as I flip through, not even needing to search. It falls open like it’s been waiting for this moment.
Kai hums in approval as he presses the blade flat against the inside of his wrist, the dull side resting just below his pulse.
“Go on.”
It takes me a second to start, because I have to keep my mouth mostly closed so Julian’s cum doesn’t dribble out of my mouth.
“‘Come, let us bow down in worship, let us kneel before the Lord, our Maker.’”
I barely finish the words before Kai leans forward, gripping my chin roughly between his thumb and forefinger. He pulls me in, his lips hovering just shy of mine.
“Is that what you’re doing now?” he whispers, dark and reverent. “Kneeling before your maker?”
“Yes,” I breathe, my body trembling with the weight of it.
The blade drags down the line of my collarbone, and I arch into it, the faintest sting blooming as he presses just enough to prick the surface.
Kai’s gaze burns through me, both punishment and praise.
“Good,” he murmurs. “Because you were made for this. Made to be filled. To take everything I give you.”
I whimper as the knife traces the curve of my breast, his other hand already guiding me over his lap. I have the safe word should I need it, or should this be too intense for me. His cock is hard against my pussy, slick and hot, and he bumps his hips up so that he hits my aching clit.
Kai’s free hand slides up the back of my neck, and his eyes are softer now. “Keep going.”
My lips part slightly to keep from swallowing as I force the next verse from my lips.
“‘For He is our God, and we are the people of His pasture, the flock under His care.’”
I barely make it to the end of the verse before Kai’s hands grip my hips, lifting me effortlessly. His tip slides against my entrance, wet and needy, as he presses inside with slow, aching precision.
“You’re not just kneeling anymore, are you, little dove?” he rasps. “Now you’re letting yourself be filled by your god.”
Kai thrusts up as I read, his cock sinking deeper, stretching me in a way that borders on divine pain and pleasure. The book slips from my trembling hands, landing beside us on the bed as I brace myself against his chest.
“Say it again,” he demands, driving into me harder. His eyes burn with something unholy, something that feels as if it could consume me whole.
I choke out the verse, barely able to focus as his pace quickens, forcing me to ride the line between devotion and debauchery, all the while trying to keep my mouth closed enough.
“‘For He is our God?—’”
The blade presses just under the swell of my breast, teasing but never cutting, as if he’s carving me into something new without ever breaking the skin.
Julian shifts behind me, watching with a faint smirk as his cum still lingers on my tongue.
“Look at her,” Julian murmurs. “Dripping, stretched around you. She looks like she was made to worship, doesn’t she?”
Kai hums in agreement, his fingers trailing over the faint line the knife left along my breast.
