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LUKE
Trine is sitting on the bed when I go into her room. She made the bed and is sitting on the edge of it, her legs swinging off the side. She’s barefoot. She wears a flimsy looking sundress, spaghetti straps digging into her shoulders.
Her blonde hair is down, cascading softly over her shoulders. She’s barely wearing any make-up, her eyes bright when she looks up at me. She looks so fucking beautiful, I could stare at her all day long.
“Hi,” she says. She moves a little to indicate that I should sit next to her. I’m happy to do as she asks. I’m so close to her I can feel the heat of her skin, my mind traveling south to her curves. I force myself to look into her eyes again, flashing her a smile as I do.
It’s hard not to touch her right now. I’m going to wait for her to take the lead. She’s been through so much. I know she’s not going to fall apart if I touch her, but I want to make sure she feels empowered to do anything she wants. If that means she doesn’t want to be with me, then I have to be okay with that.
I mean, I’m a fucking priest. I shouldn’t be having sex with anyone, really.
“Hi,” I say. “Where’s everyone else?”
“Misha went to get them,” she says.
“What about Malon?” I ask.
She cocks her head toward the door that leads to the bathroom. “He said he wanted to have a shower after I did, so he’s doing that now,” she says. She chews on her lower lip before she looks into my eyes again. “Luke?”
“What is it?”
“Thank you,” she says. “For everything you’ve done for me. I…I know this is hard for you, and I should’ve never, I don’t know…”
“Are you going to apologize for seducing me?” I ask her. “I’m not a teenage boy. I could’ve stopped you if I wanted.”
“You didn’t want to stop me?”
“Absolutely not,” I tell her. I play with a strand of hair until I throw it behind her shoulder, the tips of my fingers touching her collarbone. She shudders at my touch, straightening up as she does. Her eyes shine when she sets her gaze on me. I slowly move the tips of my fingers up the side of her neck, toward her chin, until she leans into my touch. She breathes heavily against my skin. “If I didn’t want this, we wouldn’t be doing it.”
Her eyes open again, searching for mine. “But what’s going to happen now?”
“See, the thing about me,” I say, “is that I’m Catholic. I can just go and confess.”
“I feel like that’s an oversimplification.”
“A joke,” I say. “It would take me a while to explain that.”
“Are you going to?”
“I could,” I say, my hand still on her face. “Or we don’t have to talk.”
“What do you want to do instead?” she asks, pulling away from me. She wants this, I can see it on her face, in the way she’s biting her lower lip, in the flush on her skin. That’s good because my mouth yearns to taste her. I want to feel her–every part of her–until I’ve memorized every single part of her. Until I see her tattoos behind my eyelids when I close my eyes, until I can trace the outline of her body in the air when she’s not there.
“Whatever you want,” I tell her. “All you have to do is ask.”
“Okay, Father,” she says. I love how much it turns her on to call me that. Her voice shakes when she does, her hands curling around my bicep. “I want you to fuck me until I see stars.”
“Aren’t you tired?”
She nods. “I’m so tired,” she says. “But I need to…I have to feel you inside of me.”
She might as well get on her hands and knees right in front of me. It’s hard for me to do anything but wrap my arm around her waist and pull her close to me. I can feel her erect nipples through the flimsy fabric of her floral shirt.
She captures my mouth with a kiss, her lips wild and hot and firm against mine. It doesn’t take long for both of us to be breathless. She pulls away from me, nibbling on my ear until she breathes hot and hard against it. “Do you want to hear a secret, Father?”
I nod, my mouth dry.
“I’m not wearing any underwear,” I say. “Does that turn you on?”
