Total pages in book: 111
Estimated words: 106107 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 531(@200wpm)___ 424(@250wpm)___ 354(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 106107 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 531(@200wpm)___ 424(@250wpm)___ 354(@300wpm)
“Yes,” I cry out softly, and I feel him pull his cock from his trousers, the energy of him radiating against the back of my thighs, the press of his solid, thick, intimidating length. It’s velvet soft and hard at the same time—and hot, so very hot. I can feel it pulsing against me with every beat of his heart.
My cunt aches with need, sudden and wild, and I almost beg him again—he seems to like how I beg—but then his hand grips my bottom, fingers digging in hard as he shoves his cock inside my cunt in one, punctuating thrust.
“Priest!” I call out through a ragged exhale, his name carrying to the rafters.
“Is this what you wanted?” he rasps against my neck, his hips pumping against my rear, his pace quickening. “My vows torn to shreds to appease you and your appetite?”
I can’t help but nod, a whimper escaping my lips.
It’s exactly what I wanted.
“You think you’re my salvation? You think you’re my redemption?” he goes on, beard tickling my ears. “Do you even know what that would mean?”
I can’t even form the words. I can’t think. His hand goes to my throat, choking me, the other hand running down to my wrists, briefly fingering the beads around the necklace binding me together.
“I want you,” he says breathlessly, grinding his cock in deeper. “Need you. Crave you like nothing else I’ve ever wanted. No absolution, no heaven, nothing. I must have you, just like this, cock deep in your cunt and praying to God that you’ll never leave me, that I’ll never be without this.”
He reaches around my front, hand frantically moving the layers of my dress out of the way until he grabs my cunt, his grip possessive and hard. “This belongs to me, along with the rest of your body, your soul. Forever and ever more, we are bound.”
With a fingertip on my clit, he creates rough, hard circles against where I’m slick and swollen. Whatever damage was done earlier from his bite has subsided, and I’m just as sensitive as I ever was. He reaches forward slightly, pinching it as if he were biting it again, and I gasp. It hurts, and yet I’ve never felt so desperate for the pain.
“I want you coming on my cock like the sea goddess you are,” he says roughly. “I want it wet, so very fucking wet.”
His fingers go back to work, swirling, pinching, pulling until my thighs start to shake, my neck arching back.
“Yes, yes,” I hiss. “More.”
“Jesus,” he mumbles against me. “You’re going to bring me to heaven when I don’t deserve it. You’re going to be drowning in my cum from the inside out.”
He pulls back just a little, trying to catch his breath, and the whole church is fuzzy, like I’m somewhere else, in another world. Then his cock is driven in so hard and deep, there’s no mercy, no mercy at all.
I cry out, the breath knocked out of me as I let go to the oncoming waves, to the pain that comes with the pleasure. My core feels like it’s the sun, hot and spinning, the heat building until it obliterates me. I come hard and as loud as my voice will allow. My entire body pulses and quakes, the edge of the pew digging into my chest, hard enough to bruise.
“Oh, fuck me, here it comes,” he pants. “Oh, God.”
He ruts into me, pure animal, all beast, all man, and I hear his breath hitch, feel the rumbles of his groans, the hot spurt of his seed inside me. My body jerks and flails from the dying thrusts until it’s boneless, until his pace slows and his hands are coasting down the back of my head, sliding through my hair in a gesture that’s both absent and tender, like he’s not really sure who I am or who he is.
“Larimar,” he says, my name a whisper, an offering, something revered.
Then, he plants a kiss on my shoulder.
Sweet.
Soft.
“Priest,” I whisper back.
He tenses with hesitation.
Then, he chuckles warmly.
“Sorry, I’m having trouble hearing you,” he says. “My ear seems to be missing.”
Chapter Fourteen
PRIEST
Inever thought I would lose an ear. Frankly, I never thought I would lose any part of my body. When I was a monster, I was completely indestructible. I vaguely remember being attacked by people in self-defense, but I don’t think they ever did any damage. Regardless, every part of me has always remained intact.
Until Larimar, my little fish, my sea goddess with an appetite for destruction, bit off my blasted ear, sliced open my neck, and left her marks down my back in bloody rows. I don’t think I’ve ever experienced so much pain, but that agony was quickly replaced by the need for violence and the desire to fuck her.
It’s fortunate for the both of us that my desire to fuck her won out.