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ChapterForty-Two
SUNDAY
Iswear I still felt Kingston’s burning gaze on me even after I entered the corridor outside of his line of sight. His focus was a weight I couldn't deny. It pulled me in and demanded my attention. But this wasn’t about him now. Noah was waiting for me, and Moira had been pointing me in his direction all this time. I just hadn’t seen it.
My hurried steps echoed in the cavernous hallway; any faster and I’d be full-on running. Now that my heart and mind were aligned, I didn’t want to wait. All I wanted was to get to Noah so I could tell him I was ready for his mark.
Something that felt an awful lot like a cool hand wrapped around my wrist, tugging me into the darkened room to the left. A hard chest pressed against my back, warm breath tickling my neck.
“What happened to the garden?” I asked on a breathy laugh.
I shivered as his lips trailed across my bare shoulder and up to the tender skin of my throat. “What garden,a stor?”
Before I had time to process the sound of his voice or the knowledge of who he was, he spun me around and slammed me against the wall, his lips crushing mine with bruising force. I moaned on instinct, and he took that opportunity to slide his tongue into my mouth, his taste and the intensity of his kiss pushing away all else.
All that existed right now was me, him, and this one stolen moment in the dark. I couldn’t see more than shadows, but I knew exactly who was touching me. The man I’d never thought would let himself have what he wanted so clearly.
Caleb pulled away, his breathing labored as he tucked his head and ran his fangs along the side of my neck. “I knew hunger before, but never like this. I will taste your honey.”
“Caleb? What are you doing?” Even as the words left my lips, I knew I didn’t care about the answer. He was giving me everything I’d wanted. It was my fantasy, but a hundred times better because it was real.
His palm drifted down my body, finding the high slit of my dress with ease. “Saints be praised. You’re bare for me. Keep quiet, and when you can’t, bite down on this.” He handed me a neatly pressed scrap of fabric that smelled like him. “I’m going to make you scream.”
His fingers slid between my thighs, and he groaned against me as he found my body slick and ready for him.
“Please,” I moaned.
Instead of sinking into me, Caleb grabbed me roughly by the waist and set me down hard on a smooth, cool surface I could only assume was a desk. Then he dropped to his knees, his hands grasping my thighs and shoving them wide.
God, I was going to ruin this dress; I was so wet.
“Caleb,” I whispered.
“Quiet, little one. Let me show you what it feels like when you allow me to worship you.”
“God, yes.”
He struck me between the legs, his fingers landing directly on my clit and sending a bolt of need zinging through me. “Blasphemer.” There was no mistaking the amusement lacing the word.
“Again.”
“Patience, Miss Fallon.”
His lips burned my inner thigh as he kissed his way under my skirt until two thick fingers sank inside my cunt, and his mouth found my throbbing clit. I gripped the edges of the desk as I tensed and fought the urge to cry out. God, the orgasm was already here. I was going to die if he didn’t let me come this time. When it was real.
The things the man could do with his tongue. Who knew an ex-priest would be so skilled?
“You know... you’re really good at this,” I moaned, one of my hands sinking into his hair and pressing his face closer, my hips rocking desperately against his mouth.
He gripped my thigh and pulled his head back. “Do you want to find release, or do you want to talk?”
“Fuck me, Father.”
“I would if I could. My mouth will have to suffice. Now shut yours.”
I wanted to ask why, but he was already on me, his tongue and fingers working me into a frenzy that had my entire body shaking. He curled his fingers in a beckoning motion, and then he sent me straight to the edge when he ran his fangs on either side of my clit, pressing down just hard enough I saw stars but not enough to draw blood.
I was so close I could practically see the golden edges of my orgasm coming together into a beautiful explosion. And then it all came crashing through me as he latched onto my clit and hummed. The vibration, combined with the motion of his fingers, was too much and not enough at the same time. I barely had time to bring his handkerchief to my mouth to muffle my scream of release.
Caleb pulled his fingers free, but he wasn’t quite done. He lapped at my arousal, licking me clean with his tongue and finishing with one languid lap straight up my seam. Then he pressed a final, almost chaste, kiss right on my clit before he stood and whispered, “Amen.”
My body was trembling with aftershocks of pleasure. I wanted to feel him against me. I wanted to taste him and please him the same way he’d done for me, but when I reached for him, he stepped back. The only things visible in the darkness were his mouth and the two fingers he raised to his lips.
He sucked them clean, a low, rumbled moan coming from him. “Aye. Honey. That’s exactly what you taste like. You were right.”
What had he meant by that? Alarm shot through me as I recalled living out my solo fantasy atIniquity. How could he know I’d said that?
Before I could ask, he left me alone in the room, shaking, desperate, and dying inside because now that he’d crossed this line, I wasn’t sure how I was going to give only Noah my heart.
How could I when it was torn into four very different pieces?
