Page 71 of The Sinner and the Priest: Part Two

“Lean back,” I growl, planting a splayed hand on her belly and pushing.

She falls back onto her hands, but doesn’t lie down. She wants to watch. I make a mental note to switch directions before the night is out, so she can watch me fuck her in the mirror. I seal the promise with a kiss to her inner thigh, right over her cilice wound.

This pose gives me more access and, Cristo, the moonlight makes her wetness gleam. I run the flat of my tongue up her seam, collecting every drop with a strangled groan of need. Tastes so good. The ticking clock exists somewhere in the back of my mind, but it’s already fading.

Slow.

Go slow.

Savor this. Don’t lose control and ruin it.

I lick her with methodical strokes, shuddering at the force of my restraint. When she cups the back of my head and pushes my face into her as she grinds into my mouth, I forget my name.

She is everywhere, all over my face. I’m in Heaven.

I flick her clit with my tongue, circle, nip, and suck. I lick around the jeweled plug, making sure it’s lubricated, and dig beneath the rim. She cries out and bucks into me, tries to guide me down there when I leave, but I pin her hips to the mattress.

“Be still,” I growl into her flesh, “and I will give you relief, anima mia.”

“Take it out,” she begs.

I grin and kiss her inner thigh. “Not yet.”

“Vibration?”

“Not yet.”

“Fuck.” She throws her head back in frustration. It’s the most beautiful sight. Firm breasts, tight nipples, sweat-sheened skin pebbled with goosebumps. I fight the urge to rub my erection against the side of the bed, to ease my own arousal.

“You did well, piccola.” I lick around the plug again, coating it with more of my saliva. “You wore this all night for me.” I take the jewel tip and rotate gently. It gives easily in the slick. “You endured my family’s nonsense stories.” I pull it out and glide it in. She gasps, shudders, and fists the sheets. “And you waited for me. Brava.”

She moans. “Don’t stop.”

“Feel full?” I murmur, mesmerized by the sight.

She rocks her hips. “Please, baby.”

That needy tone, the way she begs me with her eyes, that word coming from her lips.

I growl and fuck her slowly with the plug, in and out, in and out, watching her lips part, and her eyes glaze with pleasure. She bucks into me and whimpers when I don’t give her more.

“You like it here . . .” I tap the jewel.

“Yes,” she blurts, exasperated. “I like it everywhere.”

I grunt in approval and press my face in, and lap along her folds.

“You taste so good, piccola.” My hips twitch against the bed, the friction too delicious.

I drop my lips back to her tasty cunt, flick and suck, and then slide a finger inside.

“God, yes,” she pants. “Fill me like that.”

My body goes rigid at her tight, velvety heat. This is how it will feel on my cock. The thought unleashes an unholy deep sound from me, and I work her faster with my tongue, pump my finger harder. Every thrust of my hand knocks the plug, making her jerk and spasm against my mouth.

“Fuck, Cisco—” She pulls at my hair, raking my scalp with her nails.

“You make me crazy, anima mia,” I growl against her flesh. “I want to make you last, but I can’t. I’m⁠—”