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)
The older man’s eyebrow arches. “You think it will be so simple?” No. Rune doesn’t give his response out loud, doesn’t alter his expression, but I know in my heart and mind what his answer would be. “As an impartial observer, even I can see she’s a tasty morsel that would make a young, virile man second guess his vows. A virgin with a tight puss would relieve that gnawing ache that plagues all men in their weak moments.” He nods at me. “If I was a betting man, I’d say this one is eager to relieve her own aches, as well.”
“You will cease to speak of her with any carnal knowledge,” rasps Rune, a deadly light flickering in his eyes. “You know nothing of her body or her needs.”
“Already so possessive, aren’t we?” taunts the monsignor. “Why not take full possession? The girl has entered adulthood tender and ripe. It’s only a matter of time before another man lays claim.”
Rune’s jaw bunches so tight, I can hear the tendons straining in his cheek. “Enough.”
“Get closer to her,” the monsignor counters, raising his voice. “The fact that you’re keeping your distance only convinces me you’re afraid of what you’ll do if you touch her.”
To me, it’s easy to see the other man is right. Rune hasn’t even touched my naked body yet and he’s flushed, breathing heavy, but he has no choice but to move closer, due to the narrow confines of the bed. I bite the inside of my cheek to contain a moan when his heavy erection presses against my hip, his uneven exhale bathing my shoulder. Even closer he comes and he starts to rest his head on my arm, which is stretched overhead, but hesitates, clearly worried it’s going to be uncomfortable for me. Reaching up, he yanks the chains hard until there is enough slack to turn me over on my side, facing away from Rune. And it takes every ounce of my concentration not to whimper when he draws my bare backside into his lap, his long shaft nestling between my cheeks—pulsing, lengthening—his palm pressing low on my belly, securing me tight against him.
“I’m not even going to ask you if he’s erect this time, Farrah. Your face says it all.”
“Me?” I murmur, trying not to squirm against that big, smooth pillar. Rub against it until he climaxes all over my buttocks. “This is my first time laying with a man, even if we’re only going to sleep. I’m sure I do look a little nervous.”
“Well done, Farrah. Remind him you’ve never lain with another.” Once again, he drops his voice to a taunt. “What a pleasure it would be to mount something so tight, hmm, Father McDaniel?”
“Stop,” Rune grits. “She is a girl, not an object.”
“Ah, but as my confessors delight in telling me, deep in the throes of passion, they all become nothing more than a warm, wet hole. A place to bury one’s cock. A belly to breed. Wouldn’t you like to breed a chained-up virgin, Father?”
“Enough!”
Rune’s tone of voice is livid, but his body tells another story. He’s let loose a river of cream into the split of my bottom, his fingertips slipping low on my tummy, toward my sex. Is he going to touch me there? In front of the monsignor? For a moment, I think the answer is yes, and goodness, such an act would be so wicked, but my flesh is moist, eager, empty without those fingers to touch and fill it. I’ve never experienced a man’s fingers inside me, but my body tells me it’s time. It’s time to be occupied. By Rune.
“Go to sleep,” Rune says hoarsely, curling his fingers into a fist at my belly button, attempting to control his breathing…and I match mine to his. I try to calm down. Because as much as I want him to rut me, even if the monsignor is watching, I don’t want to be Rune’s downfall. I don’t want him to regret making love to me, do I?
I clamp my teeth down on my lip, trying not to sob in frustration, trying to sleep.
Next to impossible when Rune’s inches spurt droplets of semen every few minutes on my back entrance, his chest and stomach flexed against my back, his body so tense it could explode with a simple roll of my hips. Hold steady. Don’t let yourself take what you need at the cost of his livelihood. His calling.
I close my eyes tightly, focusing on my breathing. I stay in that state of suspended heat for so long, that when I open my eyes and find Monsignor Hannibal asleep in the chair by the fire, I have no idea how much time has passed. An hour? Two?
One thing is for certain, though. Rune has noticed the sleeping monsignor, too, his breathing growing decidedly shallow in my neck. As I stare into the waning fire, hot shivers snaking down my limbs, Rune firmly covers my mouth with his left hand. Then he slides his other arm beneath my hip and the bed, pulling me back against him, hard, his fingers tracing down to where they were before.