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She blinked in surprise but scraped up her hair and dropped her head back, offering me better access to mark her.
Spent, I knelt in front of her on the altar steps and stared down at her. She stared back, the defiance gone from her eyes, only desire and submission left. Her posture and expression left me breathless. Despite the fact anyone could walk in here at any minute, the calm in her body was clear. It was the most relaxed I’d ever seen her look. None of the stresses that normally weighed on her were there.
She’d laid them all down somewhere outside the church, and in here, all she had to worry about was being mine.
I swiped my fingers through the cum on her chest and used it as lubricant to rub over her hardened nipples. She leaned into my touch, her breath hitching with every roll of my fingers.
“Please, Zeph,” she begged, breathing ragged. She circled her fingers around my wrist and dragged it down her body to her snatch. With desperate, jerky movements she moved my hand between her thighs.
I let out a hiss at how drowned with arousal she was. It seeped from the perfect lips of her pussy to coat the inside of her thighs. “So wet for me,” I murmured. “Do you know how turned on I was because you were getting off on sucking me?”
She shook her head.
I pushed two fingers up inside her, and she gasped at the intrusion, clutching at my arm. She held on there while I gave her what she’d been begging for, each press of my fingers hitting her G-spot. Her head fell forward onto my arm and my fingers disappeared into her pussy, my thumb hitting her clit as she rocked her hips, taking what she needed.
Time moved too quickly, each tick of the clock taking us closer and closer to when people would arrive for the morning mass, and yet I couldn’t force my fingers to move any faster. I wanted each thrust driving her higher, and every rock of her hips to make her wild. I worked her steadily until her breathing matching my pace and her fingernails dug into my skin.
“I need to watch you come, Lyric.”
“The mass will be starting!”
I let out a growl in her ear. “Nothing is starting until you come for me.”
Her breaths turned into pants. She reached up to cup her breasts and pinch her nipples. My dick hardened at my woman, knowing what she needed and taking it. This was no longer a punishment for her, but a punishment for me because I wasn’t inside her.
With a growl of need, I scooped her up from the floor, carrying her to the altar and laying her across it.
“Zeph, people will…”
I didn’t fucking care. I’d been pushed into this life. Shoved into a world I didn’t believe in, because the people around me thought I wasn’t normal. Lyric had shown me otherwise. Now everything felt tainted and wrong. The pews. The incense. The altar. All of it somehow designed to keep me trapped here when Lyric had shown me it was okay to want to fly.
I hefted myself onto the altar with her. Lifted her legs and slipped one hand beneath her lower back to keep her pelvis tilted toward me.
I took her hard and fast, spearing inside her soaked core. My knees dug into the sturdy table, draped in cloths. They bunched and pooled around us, as messy as we were, Lyric’s fingers twisting in them as I fucked her on the holiest of places.
Her legs wrapped around me, and we writhed together, her taking each thrust with a cry, the power of each one jolting the table until it creaked and groaned. I covered her body with mine, taking her lips possessively with my mouth, licking my way inside her, tasting the salty sweetness of myself still lingering.
She was close. So close her pussy fluttered around my cock, preparing for the clamp down I knew was coming. I broke off from her mouth to lick her neck and then her ear. She shouted my name, the word desperate and hoarse.
I slammed home once more, right as the church door opened.
Lyric’s head swiveled to the door, a gasp of shock on her lips. I grabbed her chin, twisting her head back to me, plunging my tongue into her mouth once more, unable to stop, no matter who was watching.
It was too late for her not to come. She spasmed around my cock, immediately sending me over the edge too. We rutted together, a grinding slam of bodies, joining in the most carnal way, in a place that never should have seen it.
I finished inside her, whispering words I never thought I’d say to a woman. “I love you, Lyric. I love you.”
She didn’t answer. She let me finish and then pulled the cloths from the table over her naked body. Her cheeks flamed, her head turned away from the door.
It was only then I remembered we weren’t alone.
Father Byron stood in the doorway, his expression more leer than disgust.
The look on my mother’s face, however…
Fuck.
She spun away, but too late for me to not see her horror. Her embarrassment. That’s what I’d always been. The problem child who’d grown into a man she was mortified to call her son. Unless he had a priest collar on.
