Page 100 of Eyes Like Angel

“Forgive me, Sister Eva, I was thirsty. I wanted to inspect closer on what my forbidden fruit tasted like,” he said teasingly, lovingly. Smirking, as he snatched my crucifix pendant and hadit in his possession. Without hesitation, he inserted the crucifix—my crucifix—in between my wet folds. I felt every bump of gemstone and metal slinging inside me, as I held onto the table for dear life, and my breath labored.

“I want to see your heavenly face, my dear angel. Keep your eyes on me and only me,” he purred, his palest locks fluttered its motion as he was thrusting twice as fast, faster and faster, until my wet pearl squirted. “Let yourself go and come into my heaven. Taste me. Feel me.”

Taking out the crucifix, he set it aside and unbuckled his belt and lowered his hand, showed his hardened cock.

“Adrian,” I called, but it sounded more desperate, exhausted.

Adrian adjusted and position, his body weighed down on top of me, and guided my hands encircled onto his neck. My arms and legs shivered when I held onto him.

He moaned at the sound of my voice, on calling his name. “Oh, fuck,” he groaned.

Angling my chin up to meet his eyes, his form, a shining light softly shimmering down on his pale blond hair like halo. A mixture of warm spices and musky cologne overwhelmed me.

Intoxicated me, as it always did.

His grip soothed me as gently as he could. “I’ll take you to my heaven, Eva.”

His hardened cock plunged in, had my folds bleeding, lifting my one leg over his shoulder.

My voice croaked in a short cry as his hips pounded, the table on Father Divine’s desk creaked.

“Ah, you feel so good,” he moaned in my ear, biting my earlobe, licking my cheek.

Clinging onto him as tight as I could, my cries were louder, but muffled against his neck, and nuzzled against his locks, his strong-scented cologne, the scent made me feel weary,but I felt…safe. Some pens and papers fell as Adrian shifted his movements harder and faster, my nails raked him, my mouth bit his shoulder.

“Adrian,” I panted, groaning, my legs trembled, but he held onto me as if life depends on it, his girth wedged around my walls, pinching and clenching.

He went faster, and the items on the desk rattled, and fell with a clang.

By the time his thrusts sped up, his semen spilled inside me, climaxed alongside me, my eyes watered, taking a view of Adrian throw his head in slight angle and his hips pressed closer into me for a final deep thrust.

He didn’t release me. We stayed in the position, resting on the desk for quite some time.

Until someone’s footsteps clacked, they were getting closer.

He kissed me, gently tugging my bottom lips with his teeth. And with my open mouth, he spat his saliva in my mouth.

“Swallow me,” he said, purring.

I swallowed a part of him, my gaze never left his.

“Good girl,” he praised, and pulled me in closer to his weighing body. Taking a long deep breath, he settled and lightly kissed my cheek.

His thumb brushed my cheek.

“I don’t want to lose the sight of you, my sweet angel,” he said to me, afraid I might disappear on him again. “After all, you’re mine. Mine to treasure, mine to remember.”

The door knocked, but it was quick when he dressed himself up and handed me back my underwear. Behind the door, it opened, revealing Sister Lucia with her eyes shot wide, but recollected herself by saying, “Your mother has been looking for you, sir.”

Sister Lucia’s cool expression didn’t waver.

Adrian cleared his throat, straightening his posture, his voice still strained from the pleasure he has given me. “Yeah, I’ll be there.”

He faced me. “Thank you for helping me to overcome and given me a chance to confess my sins, Sister Eva,” he said, and left, leaving me in a trance as Sister Lucia was observing me.

Adrian had brought his own heaven onto me as I was acting accordingly. By accordingly, I meant oblivious and pleasant and calming.

“Sister Eva,” she began, sauntering slowly, “what happened here?”