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“Are you going to fuck me, Tal? Finally consummate our marriage?”
I shake my head. “No, Mack. I’m not going to fuck you.”
Disappointment flashes across her face, but she nods. “I understand, I—”
I shake my head again. “No, you don’t. I’m not going to fuck you, but I am going to make love to you.” I cup her face. “I’ve waited too long for you. I’m going to cherish you—worshipyou—the way you deserve.”
Mack’s face softens. “I’d love that even more.”
“Can I take this off of you? Please?” I tease the hem while I wait for her answer.
When she nods her consent, I don’t waste any time pulling it over her head, relishing every creamy expanse of skin revealed to me.
When her breasts are exposed, my eyes home in on the silver bars pierced through her peaked nipples.
“When you said your conch was your second most painful piercing…”
“I was talking about these, yes.” She brings her hands up and pinches them, moaning at the contact.
“Why do it if it’s painful?” I can’t stop looking at them. I want to know what they feel like on my tongue.
She shrugs. “It hurt at first, but now it just amplifies pleasure. Are you going to use them to make me feel good, Talmage?”
I nod, leaning down and giving each jeweled nipple a quick kiss before swirling my tongue around them. The sensation of the piercings on my tongue is strange at first, but I get used to it pretty quickly, and I refuse to stop when Mack’s moaning because of somethingI’mdoing.
One of Mack’s hands threads through the hair on top of my head while the other cradles the back, and she arches into my mouth as I alternate.
Who knew nipples would be so fun to play with?
I cup her heavy breasts in my hands, flicking the jewelry and causing her to whimper.
“I love the way your tongue feels, Tal. So good. Don’t stop.”
I pull back and give her what’s probably the most love drunk grin. “I’ll do this any time you ask, Firefly. My mouth is yours to use as you please.”
Chapter 35
Mackenzie
18 years old…
I’m sitting in the back row of the crowded chapel, the cold metal of the folding chairs against my thighs grounding me in my anxiety.
Lizzie couldn’t come with me today since she’s working, but I needed to be here. Needed to see him one last time before whatever ties we have are well and truly severed.
I was supposed to be leaving for college next month, starting my new adult life, but after everything happened, I can’t move yet.
I glance around and see some familiar faces—former castmates and choir members, mostly. I know many of the guys have already left on their missions, but the few who haven’t are sitting up front.
No one’s talked to me, which is fine. I chopped my hair, dyed it purple, pierced my septum, and I’m wearing more makeup than I usually do. Maybe I’m too unrecognizable.
I don’t look like I belong here and anyone else would agree.
I haven’t stepped foot in a church in almost two years. My parents were disappointed at first, but I couldn't handle the pressure put on me by the young women leaders to lose weight or stay pure when I knew I was already tainted and tarnished.
The sacrament portion is done, and I know from the program currently crumpled in my lap Talmage is speaking first.
After the bishop announces the speakers, Talmage stands at the pulpit and begins talking about the importance of staying on the path of righteousness. How Satan will throw temptations in our path to make us stray but to focus on God because He knows all.
