I crash my lips to hers, pushing my tongue between her stubborn lips. She tries to push me away, but I wrap my other arm around her waist, pulling her flush against me. Her soft curves against my hard chest creating the perfect dichotomy. She pulls away, groaning in agony. “The lashes hurts.”
I immediately release my strong hold on her, my hands still lingering on her waist. “Let me help make it better.”
She’s guarded, already recoiling from me. I have to show her that punishment isn’t the only form of pleasure.
“This is sinful, Priest.”
“So is everything Father Thomas does to you.” I glare down at her. She lets out a breath, backing away from me until her back hits the wall.
“Please leave.” Ignoring her plead, I cage her in, my hands tracing over the irritated skin on her breasts. My blood boils at the thought of him hurting her like this. I lean in and kiss her throat. She lets out a breath but lets me continue kissing my way to her collarbone.
I continue worshiping her neck, loving her addictive scent. “I want to make you feel good.” She closes her eyes when I trace my fingers over her peaked nipples, letting out a soft moan. Something tells me she’s never experienced this kind of intimacy. I slide my hand down her body, over the soft hairs between her legs. “You’re beautiful.”
She flinches again. I slip a finger over her clit. She’s wet. That’s enough to convince me that she needs this.
“Priest,” my name falls from her lips in a whimper as she spreads her legs for me. I drop to my knees and replace my finger with my tongue, lapping up her sweet juices.
“Oh, I…” I use my fingers to spread her wider, until my tongue is flat against her clit. She cries out, and I take that as an invitation to thrust a finger deep inside her. She grips my hair, pulling me closer to her. I use my teeth to bite softly on her clit until she’s crying out an orgasm. I’m so hard, I need to be inside her. I stand, kissing her mouth with her juices still on my lips. She sucks at me hungrily, losing her inhibitions. I grab her wrist and lay her on her small bed. I’ll fucking break it if I’m not careful.
She stares up at me, her eyes hooded, her legs spread.
I undress then hover over her, placing kisses to her face, her lips, her breasts.
“I need to be inside you.” I tell her, and she nods. “Say the words,” I say as I pump my length.
“I want you in me.” That is all it takes for me to settle between her legs, thrusting into her hard. She cries out, and I have to place a palm over her mouth.
“Shh, you wouldn’t want anyone to know about this.”
I move inside her, and she meets my every thrust, her body arching off the bed, her legs wrapping around my waist. Her warmth and heat engulf me. I hold her hands above her head as I pick up the pace, pounding into her tight pussy. I feel my orgasm build, and after one deep thrust, I’m emptying myself inside her as she cries out yet another orgasm of her own.
I rise from the bed, dressing quickly. The last thing I want is to be found in her room.
“I should go.” I lean down and kiss her forehead. Her cheeks are tinged pink, and she smiles at me nervously. I walk backward, taking in her body once more.
“That is how it is supposed to be, Celeste. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.”
Chapter Seven
Celeste
Last night felt like a dream.I’ve never experienced anything like that before. Where Father Thomas is brutal, using my body in ways that hurt and humiliate, Priest is gentle, giving me as much as he takes. I touch my lips as I stare at my reflection in the mirror, still feeling his kisses. My body aches from the beating, but I have never felt more alive. The memory of every one of his touches makes my insides flip. This feeling scares me because I’m afraid it’ll be taken away. If that bitch Concessa finds out, I’ll be beaten black and blue for even looking in Priest's direction. I step out of my room and come face to face with the bitch herself.
“Sleeping in, are we?’ she glares at me, squinting her eyes.
“I felt unwell, Sister.” I lie, refusing to meet her scrutinizing gaze.
“Move along,” she commands. I close my door and rush down the corridor, the good Sister following a few inches behind me.
Afterthe hours, I make my way to the garden. When I reach the tree, strong arms wrap around my waist from behind. I whip my head around and let out a gasp when I see Priest. He's freshly showered and smelling like soap, and something else, something musky that makes me heady. He places a finger to his lips, looking behind me. His strong fingers grip my chin, tilting my face up to meet his gaze. His kiss is vicious and leaves me gasping for breath. This is nothing like last night. He quickly spins me around, fumbling with my habit, as he pulls it up. He tugs my panties down, and I feel the morning chill on my ass.
“I know you’re scared. But I need to feel you,” he whispers. My heart lurches in my throat as he lines his erection between my legs.
“Priest, no, we can’t, not here.” It’s no use protesting as he drives his cock roughly inside me. His fingers dig into my flesh, and he groans as he starts to move in and out of me expertly. I hold onto the tree, my nails digging into the bark. His fingers burn my skin, the heat that resides inside of me threatens to combust, destroying us both. I feel myself climbing, losing myself in the sensation of him inside me. His hips slam against me, and I’m free falling over the edge. I see stars when I come, guttural sounds leaving his lips as he thrusts deeper into me. I’m out of breath, struggling to feel my legs and come down to earth after such a high. I feel Priests release drip down my legs. Voices have me pushing against him. Straightening my habit, I rush away from where he stands pulling up his sweatpants.
“Ah, there you are, Celeste.” Father Thomas peers down at me. I feel my face flush.
“Father. You’re up early.” I say still very much out of breath.