Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 82439 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 412(@200wpm)___ 330(@250wpm)___ 275(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82439 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 412(@200wpm)___ 330(@250wpm)___ 275(@300wpm)
The kiss is hungry, desperate, like we’re both drowning in this moment we’ve tried so hard to avoid. Her lips part for me, and I lose myself in the warmth of her mouth, the way she fits perfectly against me. My hands slide down her sides, feeling the softness of her skin beneath her sweater, the way her body trembles slightly against mine. She tastes like need, like desire, like every whispered promise between us finally coming to life.
The world outside blurs and fades. Nothing exists but her—her lips, her breath, the way her body responds to mine. The door presses hard into her back, but neither of us care. The only thing that matters is the connection between us, the fire we’ve been trying so hard to ignore, now burning too brightly to extinguish.
She’s wearing a soft sweater and pink sweatpants.
“Tasting you at the club wasn’t enough. I need to drink right from the source.”
Her eyes widen as I lower myself to my knees, taking her pants completely off. She steps out of them, her white-lace panties the only thing covering the lower half of her body.
“You’re fucking gorgeous,” I tell her, my hands racing up her legs, wanting to get to her pussy. “I bet you’re soaked for me.”
She bites her lower lip as she closes her eyes, leaning her head back against the door. “Dripping,” she moans out.
I hook my fingers into the waistband of her panties, dragging them down her long legs. “Show me.”
She blinks at me, not understanding my meaning. “What do you mean?”
“I rise to my full height, towering over her. “Show me how wet you are. I want to see this dripping pussy.” I move away from the door, heading over to the couch and taking a seat. “Show me,” I say again.
She moves closer toward me. “Benedict, this is so wrong,” she whispers.
“If this is wrong, then I don’t ever want to be right. I know that’s some cheesy line, but it’s the truth. I want to live in sin for the rest of my days. With you. Now show me your fucking wet pussy.”
Her eyes lock onto mine as she crosses the hardwood flooring of her apartment. She stands right in front of me, staring down at me. “See,” she says, and I cluck my tongue with disapproval.
“Show me, Eva. Bury my face in it.”
Her eyes flicker with a heat I’ve never seen before. “Lie down,” she whispers, and a smile splits my face.
“That’s my naughty girl.” I do as she requested.
She moves her body over me, straddling me. And I’m so fucking here for it. I couldn’t be more turned on if I tried. “Oh, Benedict,” she moans as she moves her pussy closer to my face.
I grab onto her hips, dragging my tongue through her wetness. “Ride me like you did earlier. Come all over me, Eva.”
Chapter 22
Evangelina
His words are so filthy. How can a priest talk this way?
I try not to think about the past or future, or heaven and hell, I focus on the here and now. The way he makes me come alive with just one touch. It’s sinful.
I position myself over his face, and slide down.
I can’t believe I’m doing this, but it feels too good to stop. I don’t want to ever stop, and from the way Benedict swipes his tongue over me, I don’t think he wants me to stop either.
The way he looks at me makes my insides flame red-hot.
He grips onto my hips, pulling me down until I’m grinding my body against his face. I’m almost embarrassed, but the way Benedict groans and uses his tongue on me makes the feeling vanish in an instant.
He pushes and pulls at my hips, grinding me onto his face, and my head falls back, my long hair nearly touching my ass. I’m so turned on. I can’t think about how wrong this is. I can’t think about how I’ll probably end up in Hell for this. Right now the feeling is too good to think about anything but this.
His tongue keeps working me over, his focus on my clit. It makes my body build and build toward that inevitable release. I keep rocking, grinding, riding his face until my whole body feels like it’s going to lift off.
Benedict keeps working me over, and I swear I can’t believe this is truly happening. I’ve never in my life felt anything this amazing before.
It’s mind-numbing, and all my problems drift away as I focus on the way he’s making me feel.
“Good girl,” he whispers before using his fingers on me. He lifts me up, causing me to stand as he repositions us. He lays me flat on my back on the couch. “Spread those long legs for me, Eva.”
I do as he asks as his eyes glaze over. He resumes his position between my legs and laps at my overheated skin. He tosses my legs over his shoulders, and I squeeze my eyes shut.