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He holds out a hand, and after a brief second of contemplation, I place my smaller one in his and let him pull me to my feet. I’ve already given in to the lust raging through my body, and I want this, him.
Declan walks me to the top of the altar, next to the broken table, and drops my hand, framing my face with both of his. His gaze flicks between my eyes and my mouth before he bends down and caresses my lips with his.
He does this several more times and then groans, leaning into the kiss and sweeping his tongue into my mouth. His movements are slow as he explores my mouth, his touch gentle as he strokes my back and the cheeks of my ass, a stark contrast to the ferocity he showed only minutes before as he made me come on his face.
I can taste myself on him as I slide my hands along the ridges between his abs, taking extra time to feel along each scar. This is what I missed. Home.
Declan takes a step toward me, an arm wrapping around my waist and pinning me against his dick. He grinds it against my stomach and I whimper against his mouth, my clit aching, needing another orgasm.
“Fuck me, Eve,” he breathes out against my lips, grabbing my ass with both hands and rocking against me. “I’m trying to hold back the monster inside me, but he wants to consume you.”
“So let him,” I whisper, circling my arms around his neck and licking along his bottom lip.
He hesitates for a moment, his eyes darkening and his tongue darting out to run along his teeth, and then he snaps.
With a growl, he pushes me down to the small carpet covering the altar, following closely behind. He flips me so I’m on all fours facing away from him, and I barely have time to take a breath before he’s pushing inside me, forcing me to take every inch.
I toss my head back and scream as his thick cock stretches me, fills me. It’s so tight and I let loose another scream as he slams back into me over and over, fucking me at an already relentless pace.
Declan grips my hip with one hand, sweeping my hair off my back with the other and grabbing the rosary. He pulls it tight against my neck, yanking my head back, making me face our God above as he breaks both me and my temporary vows.
I cry out, gasping for air as the beads press into my throat. The pain morphs into pleasure as I start my final prayer. Soul of Christ, sanctify me. My heart races, and my insides are like molten lava as Declan fucks me like an animal. Body of Christ, save me.
He growls and curses, his fingers bruising my hip as he continues thrusting into me at a brutal pace. Blood of Christ, inebriate me. The sound of skin slapping against skin bounces off the walls off the chapel. Water from the side of Christ, wash me.
His strokes are long. Deep. Hard.
I can feel him everywhere. This is like a revival. An awakening.
Passion of Christ, strengthen me.
“Look at how beautifully you take my cock,” Declan groans. “My little sinner. My little dirty girl. Do you think your God will forgive you for desecrating this place of worship? For letting the Devil fuck your tight cunt?”
O good Jesus, hear me.
My body quivers as he slams into me again and again, tightening his hold on the rosary.
“The monster wants to use you up.”
Hide me within your wounds, keep me close to you, defend me from the evil enemy.
“He wants to devour you.”
Call me at the hour of my death, and bid me to come to you.
“And then do it all over again. You’ve ruined him with your perfect pussy.”
I try to cry out, to scream, but there’s nothing but the muted prayers slipping past my lips. To praise you with your saints. Forever and ever.
“Come for me, Eve. Come for the Devil. Come for your new God.”
Darkness begins to overtake me as I struggle to breathe, the pleasure, the pain, the fear coursing through me. My body shakes, convulsing as lightning snaps through me and I absolutely shatter.
The orgasm rolls through my body and my pussy clamps down around Declan’s cock. He curses, cries out for God, and after one last thrust he stills, emptying himself inside me.
He lets go of the beads, letting them loosen around my throat and dangle in front of me. His grip around my hip loosens, but he doesn’t pull out of me, not yet. Instead, he rests his head in the middle of my spine, the both of us struggling to catch our breath.
The weight of what we did hits me at full force.
