Page 96 of Sins and Virtue

“There’s nowhere left to run.”

“We’ll see about that.” Sensing the smile in her voice, I knew she was in as deep as I was.

My skin crawled with excitement as my heart beat in my ears, waiting for her to appear as I walked slowly towards the altar.

And just in the nick of time, when she turned behind a pillar at the far end, her long locks exposed her location. Fucking up as her gaze caught mine, she tried to escape, but with my speed and stamina, I leaped to her; my arms caught her and dragged her body to mine. Her ass against my hard fucking cock as she squirmed, trying to run away.

“You can never escape me now,” I drawled, my tongue slipping over the edge of my teeth as I nibbled and pulled on the skin of her ear.

She shivered with a moan.

Whether to worship or degrade her, I debated, but still I would kneel at her feet.

“Who said I wanted to escape? I have you where I want you,” she panted, slowly shifting around in my arms as her breasts pushed against my chest, raising and falling with each breath we shared.

Her words make me go weak for her.

“God, Blair, you are my greatest sin and holiest virtue.” A groan of pleasure flees my lips.

“Good.” She gave me a foxy smile; her voice coaxed with desire. “Then give me your worst.” She rose to the tips of her feet, circling her arms around my neck, her lips on my neck as she began sucking and leaving her mark on me.

Fuck, this girl made me want to lose my mind, and I wanted to take everything she gave me.

My hand ran down the spine of her back, then the dip of her hips and the roundness of her ass. The wave of her hair. The soft vanilla sugar-scented skin. The feeling of her soft lips as they lingered on my neck. Right here. Right now. I couldn’t imagine it with anyone else.

Everything about this girl was perfect.

“What am I going to do with you?” The question roamed my mind endlessly since the beginning as my gaze rose up to the Christ on the Cross. Thanking him for this. For her. For us.

“Anything. Everything.”

“Fuck.” My eyes trailed down, smirking as I asked. “How about the St. Andrew Cross?”

She broke away, her eyes round with worry. “No, we can’t,” she said like we were going to get caught.

“Why not? No one is here.”

“Because… because… it’s sacred, and that’s going too far.”

“Oh, sweetheart, we’re beyond that. Look around, look at us.” I tipped her chin. “We’re far beyond that.”

Underneath the moonlight, the pink blush on her cheek became impossible to ignore. “I’ve never done anything like … that.”

“I haven’t either. It’ll be our first together.”

She smiled hesitantly, as it didn’t reach her eyes.

“You’re scared?”

“No, it’s not like that, it’s just it’s been a while and…” Her eyes were cast down, avoiding casting any emotion as her hands fell down my biceps to my forearms, feeling a small tremble pass through her hands.

“Did someone touch you without permission?” I constrained the violence in my words.

“It was only once and briefly but I…” Her voice broke, growing uncomfortable with the topic.

Vexation flamed rose in my body, wanting to murder the bastard that did this to her, but my anger would not help her now. Only listening and being here for her. I went on, cupping her face; she looked down at the floor. “You don’t need to explain. If you don’t want to continue —”

“I want to!” She snapped her gaze up, ardently waiting.