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He took his cock in his hand, not daring to look away from my face. It was like he was trying to memorize me, every part of me, like he wanted to file this away for later, when we weren’t together.
The look he gave me right then caused my heart to skip a beat. If my pussy wasn’t already wet from all the lead-up to this, that mere look would’ve made me drip. Like, fuck, this man was my kind of crazy, my kind of sexy, my kind of everything. He was mine, and I would fight anyone for him.
Ezekiel guided his tip to my entrance, and I held my breath, every part of me tensing up as I felt his cock prodding me. His hips bore down, and his length slid into my pussy inch after inch, filling me up in the process.
I’d forgotten what it was like, to be filled up like this. The way my body took in his cock, like it was made for it. It wasn’t uncomfortable; it didn’t hurt. Ezekiel’s face hovered above mine, his blue stare glazing over. His forehead leaned down against mine, his breathing turning ragged as his hips began to take on a steady rhythm.
I didn’t know what it would be like, being with Ezekiel, but this… this was amazing. It was perfect. It was everything I wanted it to be and more. I didn’t care that we were in a church, that most people would scoff and have a heart attack at knowing their precious priest currently defiled me on the altar. My stomach did ache a little, but I pushed the low pain away, instead focusing on the pleasure that Ezekiel’s body brought me.
And that pleasure? It was fucking amazing. My eyes closed, and I wrapped my arms around his shoulders. His mouth found mine once again, his cock rocking into me with a growing urgency. A faster pace. I moaned into the kiss, and he swallowed up the sound, showing his greediness.
Neither of us were holy. This was who we were. This was our truth, something we could share only with each other. No judgment from either of us. This was right.
I had to break away from the kiss, turning my head to the side. I stared up at the statue of Jesus, my body rocking with every thrust of Ezekiel’s powerful hips. The whole world rocked around me, and I practically saw stars every time he filled me to the brink.
My hands fell to his back, and I was able to trace one of the scars lining his skin. His upbringing had been so different from mine; I was surprised he was still here. Hell, I was surprised I was still here. We’d found each other through the murky waters of life, and until now, I hadn’t realized just how lucky I was.
A hum of a sound left Ezekiel’s body, and I could’ve sworn it sounded like a growl. That sound washed over me, took me in a chokehold, and refused to let go. That sound filled me up much like his cock did, and the carnal, animalistic sound helped push me to the edge.
I didn’t fight it. When I felt it building inside me, when I felt the pleasure threatening to explode within me, I let it happen. I let it wash over me, releasing it. The orgasm swelled and swelled until it erupted inside, causing every muscle in my body to tighten up, even my inner walls. My fingers dug into his sides, and I let out a loud cry, my back arching.
My stomach flared up in pain, but I ignored it, unable to do anything but ride the wave of the orgasm and let Ezekiel continue to fuck me.
For a man who probably didn’t have much sex, he lasted a long time. A part of me expected him to erupt shortly after I came, but he didn’t. Ezekiel kept going, his pace quickening again. His cock speared my body much like his stare pierced my soul. I didn’t even mind the feel of his skin on mine.
He was everything a lover should be, and nothing a priest should be. He was everything I wanted, everything I needed, and I knew after this, nothing would be the same. Just like with Cade, once the line had been crossed, it was impossible to go back.
I didn’t know how long he lasted, how long we went at it inside the church, on the altar. I had no idea how much time passed, but by the time he came, my body felt particularly tired and used up—but it wasn’t a terrible feeling. I rather liked it, knowing it had come from being with Ezekiel.
And when Ezekiel came? It was fucking magnificent. He was not a monster above me, not a demon or a devil; he was a fucking god. His cock jerked into me, filling me up, and his upper half shuddered. A groan came from him, an erotic sound I’d never heard before, so low and husky it made me shiver… or maybe I shivered because that cock twitched inside me, spewing its cum into my core.
He didn’t pull out of me right away; he stayed buried in me, breathing hard above me, his blue eyes twinkling in the darkness as he gazed down at me. “What am I going to do with you?” he asked, voice hoarse.
“I could think of a few things, but they all involve us going for round two,” I replied with a tiny grin. Normally I wasn’t so flippant, but… maybe it was strange, but I was in a good mood, thanks to this man and his craziness. “I think I should head home.”
Ezekiel was slow to withdraw, pulling his cock out of me with an audible sigh. He didn’t argue with me, probably because he knew I was right. He rolled onto his back beside me, and for a moment, we both stared at the tall, cathedral ceiling above us. His chest rose and fell with hard breaths, his skin on fire.
As much as I wanted to stay there with him, to lay there beside him and just exist without the worry of what kind of front I was putting on to anyone who was watching, I couldn’t. The longer I was gone, the more I risked.
So, even though it was the last thing I wanted to do, I sat up and started to gather my clothes.
Ezekiel was sluggish in sitting up, though he made no moves to get his clothes. He sat there, butt naked, his cock still hard and still glistening with my arousal. “Will you come back?” he asked, breaking the silence between us.
I looked over my shoulder at him, meeting that azure stare. “I will.” I had to. At this point, I didn’t think I could stay away from this church, from its priest, if I tried—and I think I was past the point where I would try. I was a new Giselle, and it was a new day in Cypress. My father might’ve had me shot, but at least I’d started to do the things I wanted to do.
You know, like fuck a stranger in a sex club twice and then a priest.
So what if that stranger turned out to be another would-be heir, and the priest was basically a psychopath in disguise? None of that mattered to me.
“Good,” Ezekiel said, watching as I got dressed. I was in the process of zipping up my boots when I heard him stand. I turned to face him right when he reached me, and he lifted a hand to swipe at my blond hair, tucking some stray, messy tendrils behind an ear. “Because if you didn’t, I would come looking for you.” Though he didn’t say it, I knew it was a promise.
I nodded once, believing him. “What will you do with the Serpent downstairs?”
“I’ll end him and get rid of him, like I got rid of the others,” he said, as if it was perfectly natural to have this conversation while nude and erect. “If you see any Serpent activity, I want to know about it.”
I thought of the get well card from Atlas tucked away underneath my bed, picturing the small, handwritten note. “I’ll let you know.” I went to get my gloves, but Ezekiel beat me to them, bending over to retrieve them and handing them to me. “Thank you,” I whispered, taking them. I put them on, one after the other, swallowing hard because I knew Ezekiel still watched me.
Anytime he was near me, I had the feeling those eyes would be on me and me alone.
“Be safe,” he said.
“You, too.”
And with that, I was gone, leaving a naked Ezekiel near the altar, the evidence of our union coating his cock.
