Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 25437 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 127(@200wpm)___ 102(@250wpm)___ 85(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25437 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 127(@200wpm)___ 102(@250wpm)___ 85(@300wpm)
“You’re beautiful and brave and curious and sensual. You are perfect.” He kisses the crown on my head. “From here down to your toes.”
I let out a shaky breath, imbued with ease. Joy.
“This…really is what you needed last night and this morning, isn’t it? To be wrapped up in my arms and cared for?” He kisses my cheeks and my hairline, that hand back to rubbing soothing circles into the middle of my back. “I’m sorry you didn’t get what you needed from me after giving me everything I needed and more.”
“You did give me something I needed, Daddy,” I whisper, without thinking—and immediately his frame stiffens, his presence looming larger than before.
“Did I?” he says, hoarsely, his thumb digging into the base of my spine. “What was it, Farrah?”
“Mmmm.” More than anything, I wish he wasn’t wearing the thick robe, so I could feel more of his stiffness against my belly. There is a distinct outline through the robe, but I want more proof of his attraction to me. More. “You know what it was,” I tease, nuzzling his nose.
“I want to hear you say it,” he says, beginning to breathe hard.
“You gave me my first orgasm.” I lean up and glide our lips together, side to side, gratified by the long groan he issues. “I don’t know what I liked more. The way you made my pussy so hot, or the way you kissed me when I was coming.”
He snarls his way into kissing me now, urging my lips wide and invading me with unmitigated hunger. That hand that was massaging my back is now bruising my backside in its grip, yanking me higher and tighter to his body, our mouths locked in a frenzy. “I feel like I’m going to go mad when you call me Daddy, Farrah,” he rasps, sucking a line down the front of my throat. “But I’ll go mad if you don’t call me that, too.”
“Daddy. Daddy.”
“Music to my ears.” He begins gathering my dress in harried hands, pulling it up to my waist, kissing me hard again, again, again. His hands slide down the back of my panties, take hold of my cheeks and lift me, my thighs locking around his robed body. He drops to his knees, laying me down on the soft earth, his mouth raking over mine, drugging me with exceedingly deep and thorough kisses. “And a nail in my coffin.”
No.
No, I can’t let myself be that for him.
I open my mouth to tell him we need to stop. To apologize for spurring on this magnetic attraction with my words, my actions—
The church bells toll. Loudly. Surrounding us.
Rune curses in a very un-priestly way. “I…” He pushes five fingers through his dark hair. “I’m scheduled to say mass.”
“When?” I breathe.
He closes his eyes, hissing, “Right now.”
“That’s probably for the best,” I murmur, resisting the impulse to roll my hips. I’m thrumming everywhere. My blood is beating his name. Rune. Rune. Rune. I want to be flattened into the ground and used by his big body. Banged. Isn’t that the word I hear men using in the marketplace? I want him to bang me. Hard and unapologetically.
I want him to call me a whore while he does it.
But after how he praised me, cared for me, that word doesn’t feel filthy.
Not at all.
It feels exciting, now that he’s balanced me out with praise…and I allow myself to explore that excitement now.
Maybe I’m a girl who loves sex. Loves the idea of it. But only if it’s with Rune. Even the suggestion of another man’s touch makes me feel ill.
It’s him. He brings this out of me.
He’s turned on this lust.
And I don’t know if I can turn it off.
Even if it means his destruction.
Chapter Seven
Rune
My concentration is shot.
I’m standing behind the altar reciting the liturgy of the eucharist. A sacred rite, honoring our savior for his sacrifice. This is meant to be a meaningful moment not only for myself, but the parishioners who fill the pews. Yet all I see is her.
Farrah.
She sits in the back of the church in her green dress, hair set ablaze by the sunlight streaming in through the stained-glass windows. To say she stands out among a sea of drab clothing and expressionless faces would be an understatement. I can barely remember the words I’ve said thousands of times, my mind going back to the woods.
I don’t know what I liked more.
The way you made my pussy so hot, or the way you kissed me when I was coming.
My cock thickens behind the altar, my gaze straying to her for the umpteenth time. She has her legs crossed now, but she uncrosses them every time she needs to kneel.
I like overseeing when she kneels.
It stirs…everything. My blood, my wayward fantasies…my heart.
Farrah stirs my heart.
That’s what scares me. We’ve awoken something insatiable in one another. A chemistry of the flesh. But it’s impossible to pretend like there isn’t much more to the connection between us. When I woke up this morning after a restless night, my immediate need was to hear her voice. To find out how she passed her first night in the rectory walls. To experience her smile. To know more about her.