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Chapter Twenty-Eight

Elias

I knew what I was saying, knew it was a sin, but I couldn’t think of anything but his tattooed hands on my body. His mouth on mine, his beautiful, broken body opening to me, beckoning me to him.

Outside the windows lay darkness, just a soft blowing of trees and music playing at a low volume on the car speakers. I had too many thoughts at that moment. How Ronan would take my body, claim it for his own. Break me so that I could only be his.

It didn’t matter how many ways I envisioned this. It was all perfect because it was with him. His eyes were so hungry. The gray was practically vibrating as he looked at me like this, laid out on the seat of the car. I felt awkward, unsure how to even handle the mechanics of sex after so long without it. I still had my cock caged, but I could give him this. If nothing else, I could give him what he begged me so long to have.

I was thrumming with anticipation. There was fear there, worry I would mess this up. Guilt for the action in itself, but mostly, I felt immense joy. Finally, after all these years, Ronan would truly be mine.

“Oh fuck, Mon Pur.” he praised, careful, so tantalizingly slow, as he unbuttoned my shirt. “You are every fucking thing I have ever dared to dream for and more. You are what chases away the nightmares.”

My heartstrings pulled from his words, but his mouth was wicked in its wake, stealing my breath and filling my mind with breathless thoughts of surrender. His hands were strong, sure, and determined, running down the confines of my abs and using his short nails to mark my body after his soft kisses.

This was always us. Ronan Saint Clare and Elias Cross. Darkness and light. Rough and soft.

Everything that I lacked, he had, and I was here to fill in any gaps he presented.

“I should apologize now, Elias,” he said, and I quirked a brow, unsure what he could mean. “You will be screaming to your God in a different way tonight.”

I blushed bright red, and Ronan laughed his ass off.

Despite fidgeting out of his grip from my annoyance, Ronan gripped me tighter, biting my flesh and growling with primal ownership. I couldn’t help it. I moaned. There was nothing in my soul that wanted to resist him. I was his. He was right.

I’m sorry, God.

“You seem awfully sure of yourself, Mister Saint Clare.” I teased, popping the buttons of my jeans and watching his eyes flicker with want. “But I’m afraid the resolve of a priest is more than even you can break.”

He growled, all but ripping his own shirt from his body and looking at me with playful mirth and intrigue in his gray eyes. “Is that a challenge, Father?”

I couldn’t help but grin in response to his words.

“One of many,” I confirmed.

I was too focused on his words and eyes as they battled the storm of emotions swirling inside. I didn’t see his dangerous hands until they were yanking my jeans off my body and leaving my cock bare for his eyes to devour.

“This is a crime against humanity.” he moaned, leaning down to lick the bars of my cage. There was nothing to do but pant. My own anger and desperation at being blocked from him was evident in the strangled groans as he teased my flesh.

“I have wanted you down my throat for so long, Elias. I want to gag on your thickness and feel your come sliding down my throat.”

“Oh, fuck,” I said, the image making my cock twitch in its confines. “Yes. Please. Mmm.”

Ronan leaned back, balancing himself between my legs on the car’s seat. “Guess that means it’s your turn, baby. Can you be a good boy and swallow my cock?”

I choked on my response, his massive length being freed from his pants before my eyes. I was salivating at just the look of him. So beautiful. So thick and long, bouncing at my praiseful gaze.

I didn’t reply. Instead, I simply looked him right in the eyes and opened my mouth wide.

He moaned, reaching forward and locking his thumb in my mouth before plunging his thick cock straight down my waiting throat.

I gagged instantly, and he smiled, fucking my mouth harder and faster. I didn’t touch his ass, though I wanted to. I knew he wasn’t ready for that. Maybe we both weren’t. Not yet.

“Mmm, you look so pretty with your mouth so full of my cock, Father.”

I moaned, grinding my hips forward. His knees were on either side of my face, and at this angle, I was seeing fucking heaven. Unable to breathe until he pulled back just enough to inhale rapidly. Our moans filled the car, and the windows became fogged with the heat of our passion. Ronan’s inked hand smashed onto the window, his balance off as he struggled to hold on. With a triumphant smile, I watched his hand slide down the fogged window, leaving the ghost-like imprint in his wake.

Ronan was always my ghost. My Sinner. The man who imprinted his soul onto mine the moment we met. He was my anchor, the key to my heart, the very spark of my soul. I was his, and he was mine.

“Fuck, Mon Pur. I am not going to last. I need you.”

His words held a heavy edge to them, making my breath catch. He freed himself from my mouth, and my saliva dripped onto my face.

“You need to fill my asshole, my Sinner?” I said, realizing I needed him just as much. “You want to stretch me out and hear me pray to you?”

His panting breaths made me weak, and I couldn’t resist him. I may be going to hell but he was right.

This is true heaven.

“Fuck yes. Turn that ass around. I am going to destroy your tight little hole so that there is no ending to you where I don’t also exist.”

Beautiful. Godly. He was exquisite.

“Break me,” I agreed, adjusting to flip my body over to him.

The fear tightened in my gut, the knowledge of the pain this would bring. But so much fucking pleasure. I held my breath, waiting to feel his hard cock break through my soft barrier.

His fingers were first. He was gentle and prodding as his saliva fell down to coat my hole. Of course, he wouldn’t just ram into me. I breathed a sigh, moaning in relief.

“Oh, fuck. Yes. You feel so good. Mmm.”

Ronan’s pressure with his teasing fingers increased, a steady rhythm as he opened me more and more. My body relaxed, my muscles opening to accept him. A peace and intense need overwhelmed me. I needed him, and I needed him, now.

“Fuck me. Cover me in your god damned sin.”

My words, my confession, my plea. He heard them all and met my demands. His cock finally, blessedly, broke the dam of my borders, pushing into me and filling my body to the brim. I couldn’t breathe. The thickness alone was enough to make me pant.

“You got this, Mon Pur,” I heard him say behind me, leaving sweet kisses along my shoulders and neck. “You can take me. Let me in. That’s right. Just like that. Good fucking boy.”

Little by little, I was able to relax, my breathing steadied, and he could move, thrusting himself inside my body and making my toes tingle.

“You open so beautifully for me, Elias. Such a perfect hole to fit my cock like this. Look at you. So fucking amazing.”

I stared at the fog on the window again, following the lines of his fingerprints from where they had been. Just like that window, Ronan left an imprint on me. He was intertwined in the threads of my being. I wasn’t anything without him. So complete like this.

It felt…heavenly.

“I love you,” I said through whimpered moans, focusing on the smacking of our bodies, reveling in the cadence that our passion created. “I fucking love you, Ronan.”

“You are mine, Mon Pur,” he moaned. “Mine to love, mine to fuck , mine to own.”

Every word was true. I was his. There was no other that owned my heart, body, and soul.