Total pages in book: 122
Estimated words: 120475 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 602(@200wpm)___ 482(@250wpm)___ 402(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 120475 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 602(@200wpm)___ 482(@250wpm)___ 402(@300wpm)
She blinks, eyes wide as she sits so fucking gorgeously on the consecrated altar. I feel such deep fucking satisfaction, followed by a dark wave of need.
“It was?” She gulps, and my eyes zero in on the delicate curve of her neck.
It takes the last of my control to reach down for her left boot, unlacing it, tugging it gently from her foot, and dropping it carelessly to the floor behind us. Then I peel the sock from her sacred skin.
I lift her foot to kiss the arch, pressing my cheek to her cool skin. Her toes twitch against my cheek and I exhale, looking up into her surprised face. Then I repeat the ceremony with her right boot.
Her legs tremble by the time I’ve kissed her arch, and then the top of her foot, and then caress my hands up the outsides of her calves before finally stepping back from her.
“What now?” she asks breathily, eyes meeting mine.
Her eyes are curious and excited.
I’m shaking as I take in the sight of her completely naked on the Lord’s altar.
She’s perfection.
Before her, I feel the weight of exactly who I am and shed the façade I’ve been hiding behind for so many years. I yank the priest’s collar from around my neck and fling it into the shadows.
I drop to my knees before her.
Filthy soul bared.
“Please,” I beg for what I don’t deserve. “Be my priest tonight.”
THIRTY-FOUR
MOIRA
Bane is on his knees before me.
He doesn’t see me as a broken thing. Or as a problem or inconvenience.
He’s looking up at me like a goddess.
He called me his priest.
I sit up taller and cross a leg elegantly over the other as I stare down at him. I’ve been messy and weeping at his feet and an absolute and total manic mess. Even now, I have to fight tears at the amount of trust he’s placing in me.
In his gaze, I read total devotion, and it gives me strength.
In his eyes, I see who I could be.
Who, to him, I already am.
My chest clenches, and then, looking at him kneeling in a penitent position, it hits me—for once, I’m not the one on my knees. That floor doesn’t look soft, either.
’Cause, Jesus. How many hard floors have I kneeled on, bowing down to men while I gave them blow jobs? How many grimy tiles have I looked at up close and personal while I bent over so I was all but touching my toes so they could get a better angle to fuck me in a bar bathroom stall?
No one’s ever let me take the power. To be fair, I also haven’t gone seeking it out. And I—I think some part of me never believed I was capable of holding it. Or that I deserved it.
Bane’s dropped his face to the ground. Just like I’ve seen so many little good subbies do at the club. It’s such an incongruous look on such a big, confident man. I mean, yes, I’ve seen plenty of big gay guys as subs, but a powerful, hetero man submitting like… like this? I’m probably stereotyping, but good Lord.
The sight of him has my stomach sweeping out with lust.
I put my foot on his shoulder and kick him back lightly, just to see how he reacts. He tips backward easily, absorbing my motion and then returning to the perfect position, head bowed.
I bite my bottom lip and look around the altar table. In the dark, with nothing but candlelight and as naked as I am, I feel wild and a little pagan. I stretch my arms out over my head and breathe in so deeply that my lungs fill all the way up. My arms arc slowly down as I breathe out.
All my worries and anxiety from the day dissolve with my released breath. Nothing matters but the satisfaction I’m about to chase with this man. There’s nothing in the whole world except the oiled wood of this church, our two bodies, and the things we’ll do to one another.
No other moments exist outside this one.
I reach over and pick up one of the last scattered communion wafers from a silver plate. Then I spread my legs wide, lifting one ankle up toward my shoulder.
Carefully, I place the little round wafer between the lips of my sex.
“My body,” I whisper. “Broken for you. Eat, and be cleansed of your sins.”
Bane’s eyes darken as they lift to mine, that uncanny connection that always zings like shooting electricity between us, lighting me up.
Then he lifts from his knees.
I forget to take a breath as slowly, gaze still locked with mine, he extends his tongue to lick straight up the center of my pussy.
The wafer is soggy with my juices.
I watch it disappear into his mouth. His eyes close as if in ecstasy as he chews and swallows.