Page 39 of Sacrilege


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In a second I’m on her. Scooping my hand along her ass, I drag her against me. Prying her thighs open wide, I rest my aching cock against the place we were never meant to unite. Or maybe we were. Maybe this whole time, a force so much greater has been marching us straight into this moment.

With my hands buried in her hair, I drag her mouth under mine, but I don’t kiss her. Not until she’s looking up at me.

“He’ll never touch you, do you hear me?” I shake her then, my rage and fear crashing into one, turning me absolutely feral with possession. “Never, Nikoletta.”

Her pleading eyes meet mine as her childhood name dies on my use of her given name. With one look, I’m giving in to everything she wants. And maybe there was no better place to do this than here on this altar where I promised to protect her. The marks on her thighs that brought me shame just moments before are just the beginning. She’s mine, goddamn them all.

Mine.

Diving my fingers between her thighs, I tear the panties away from her, the gasp of shock on her lips echoing through the sacred cathedral.

I don’t know what she hoped for in this moment. If she wanted soft words and declarations, but she won’t get them. She’s had me on the edge for almost twenty-four hours. I need to feel her around me. I need to swallow her cries. I need every fucking tear that squeezes from those golden eyes.

Mine. All of her. Everything.

As much as I am and will always be hers.

Pinned there against me, I clasp her jaw and devour her as I tear my belt free. She struggles for balance under the assault, propped up on her hands as I bend her back. But she meets me stroke for stroke with that wicked tongue, her chest heaving in time with mine.

With my pants shoved down, my cock free, and poised at the heart of her, I run the head along her soaking slit before forcing her to look at me.

“Eyes on me, Nikoletta.”

She gives me a frantic nod as she dives her fingers into my hair, gripping me as though I might disappear. Her nails claw my scalp, her fingers twisting, anchoring me to her.

With no time for finesse, I drive into her, stealing a brutal scream born from deep in her chest.

She clings to me, a mess of gulping sobs as I force myself to stay still, but fuck, the way she’s choking my cock right now is every goddamn thing I never knew I craved.

“That was the worst of it. I promise.” My words are low and calm as I stroke her cheek and she curls into me, seeking my comfort and protection even as I’m the one hurting her.

“I need more. Don’t stop.” She thrusts against me and gasps against my mouth. “Even if it hurts.”

But I can’t let it all be pain. There has to be something in it for her other than the choice of who she gives this part of her to.

God, she gave it to me. She’ll go to her grave remembering this day, this experience she can only have once—and she chose me of all people. The weight of that settles in my heart, revealing the cold hard truth.

I love her too.

Yesterday I loved her as a godfather to his goddaughter, but today, I love her as the woman she’s become. It’s all-encompassing, this fusion of love and lust. It’s craving and powerlessness. It’s succumbing to animal instinct and taking.

When I pull back and spot her blood streaked on my cock, something primal takes hold. I want to make sure every moment she roams this earth she feels me with her. Inside her.

I plunge deep once more, my focus fracturing before narrowing again.

Her nails score my skin and I want more. I want her to make me bleed just as I’ve made her bleed. Slanting my mouth over hers, I devour her. My growls and her cries a primitive raw song filling this hallowed place.

Tension eases from her with every thrust until she’s not reacting to pain, but chasing pleasure. Sinking her teeth into my lip, she draws blood, making me grin against her mouth before drawing back and locking eyes with her.

“Mmmm, that’s it, little girl. Make me yours.” I lick the blood away and her eyes dilate with pure fucking lust that has me pinning her flat to the altar and wrapping my hand around her throat.

I’ve heard her cries and longing through her mouth, but now, now I will take them all through every single vibration from her pretty little neck.

My fingers dig into her thigh as I pin her there. I watch the way she stretches around my cock, taking every inch of me, despite the pain.

Such a defiant little princess.

Dragging the scooped neck of her dress down, I bare her breast to me, to God, and dare him to watch how I twist the sacred vow I made. How every raw thrust is sacrilege to His house.

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