Page 121 of The Sinner and the Priest: Part 1

He just gives my thigh wounds a meaningful look.

“That’s overreaching,” I grumble. “A stupid reason.”

We both know I’m right. Whatever we’re doing here, there’s no excuse for it.

He grabs the collar around my wrists, lifts his gaze to mine, and drags my hands between my legs.

“Begin,” he orders.

“I’ll do it how I—ah, fuck.” The first swipe of my finger over my clit has me gasping, pleasure soaring, hips bucking.

“Cristo,” he mutters. “You’re dripping.”

“You turn me on, asshole.” The way he looks at me, all starvation and hot male appreciation, has my finger working faster. Faster. “God, we shouldn’t be doing this.”

He licks his lips. “No.”

“But you like it.”

“Yes.”

“You wish it were you touching me.”

“Sì.”

“What if I pretend my fingers are yours⁠—”

“Stop!”

I freeze so abruptly it hurts. A strangled sound comes out of me, and I start again, finger flicking my slicked clit.

“Mercy. I said stop.”

Tears brimming, I meet his gaze. “Why?”

“Because that is not how I would touch you.” His gaze dips to my pussy, and he grows serious. Quiet. “First, I would go slow. I would savor the feel of you.” When I don’t move, he squeezes my knees. “Do it. As I said.” I start circling. Fucking slow. “Sì. Like that. Now dip down, wet yourself.”

His collar grazes my clit as I plunge my middle finger inside my pussy. I can’t get far, and it drives me up the wall, but the friction, the pressure, it’s heaven.

“Bene.”

I go faster, eager, and squeeze my thighs together for friction.

He tugs my legs wide again, growling, “Non così. Stay open for me.”

Then he tells me what to do. He guides my fingers with his words, so steady and sure, so confident that I close my eyes and surrender. It’s him touching me in all the intimate places, him learning the shape of me.

“Tell me how it feels,” he commands.

“Wet.”

“And?”

“Soft. Tight.”

His groan opens my eyes.

Sitting between my legs, he’s both enthralled and tortured at the same time. A beautiful man, undone. One hand still rests on my knee, the other is on his erection, stroking through his cassock.