She nodded, her breaths coming in little pants, nipples pert little buds begging for my mouth. I played at being calm and in control, but everything in me was wound tighter than a piano string.
Climbing onto the bed, I knelt between her thighs. I’d imagined this so many times. The first true claiming. My moment with her that had nothing to do with her heat or my shame.
Reaching for her, I lifted her hips, bringing her level with my aching cock.
“Fuck me, Caleb. I want to feel you inside me.”
“Gladly.”
I watched with my pulse pounding in my ears as we joined. My dick slowly spread her open, filling her, making her mine. It was better than I ever could have imagined. The heat. The pressure. The grip of her around me like she was made for me. A ragged moan was all I could give her as I sank to the hilt.
“Are you okay?” she asked, her voice soft and tender.
“I haven’t felt this whole since the day my soul was stolen from me.”
I stared at our bodies, connected in more than just the physical sense. But then my little minx moved. She rolled her hips, making me slide out a little and then taking me in again. Feck me, but it felt so good. I knew now why so few priests truly went without committing the carnal sins.
“Christ, you’ll never be rid of me now. I think I’ll chain you to this bed, so we never have to stop.”
“Sounds good to me.”
I almost forgot my wicked plan to deny her an orgasm as I began a slow rhythm of deep thrusts in and out of her. The way her skin flushed, our blood staining her lips and some of her throat, the moans and little cries escaping her, all made me chase one singular goal. Pleasure. For me. For her. For us.
“Fuck me, Caleb. I can’t stand it.”
“You can and you will. I’m savoring this. Burning you into my memory, and I won’t be rushed.”
But little did she know, I was already on the precipice of my own release. I couldn’t hold it back much longer, not with her looking the way she did, feeling so perfect, giving me everything I’d been missing.
I slid my hands along her thighs, my thumbs gliding over her swollen petals and up to the soft mound of her belly. I hesitated, but Sunday’s husky question brought me straight back.
“Do you like seeing what you did to me?”
Hips jerking involuntarily at the question, I had to wait a beat to let the gravity of what she’d asked me settle. “More than I ever thought possible.”
She laid one of her hands atop mine. “Me too. I hope she has curls as dark as her father. And if she looks like me, we’ll just have to try again... and again.”
Jesus wept. I lost it. I drove in to the hilt, some primal urge inside me taking hold as I fucked her long and hard, making her scream my name to the heavens. Her cunt pulsed around my shaft as she came, the tightening of her walls doing nothing to stop my own climax. But I didn’t have to stop it any longer. I’d broken every last vow in favor of new ones. Sunday was my religion. The goddess I worshiped with my body. The only mistress I served.
I filled her with my seed, giving her everything I had.
“Thank you, Daddy,” she whispered in the quiet as we came down from our shared euphoria.
“For what?”
“Letting me come.”
“Oh, my naughty girl, that I didn’t do. Now you need to be punished.”
Footsteps raced down the hall. I glanced over my shoulder in time to find three familiar faces peering in from the doorway, their expressions ranging from panic to confusion and mirth.
“Fuck, Thorne. You made it sound like someone was dying. Did you really bring us all the way down here just to watch the priest nut on our girl? Unless... was this a group invitation?” Kingston smirked, his taunt obviously aimed at me.
I looked back down at my mate, dark satisfaction making me smile.
Lust flared to life in her eyes, an answering ripple tightening around my cock.
“I know exactly how I’m going to punish you.”