Page 109 of Terror Tuesday

Moonlight streams like a jealous eye through the cracked stained glass, or what’s left of it. Shadows glimmer on the floor, chasing the white streams. I’d placed enough candles around an ancient, padded prayer bench to light it up like center stage.

The private chapel had long since been abandoned, its altar devoured by ivy, its pews splintered and dust choked.

A fitting place for christening our new house.

Carefully, I set her feet down on the bottom part, then snap my fingers and point toward the elbow rest. “Bend over.”

She tosses her hair back and glances at me, yellow flames shimmering in her eyes. “On this?”

I grab her arms swiftly and gather them behind her back as her short dress rides up, revealing a lacy little thong. I guess she dressed perfectly for the night. Forme…

When I position her over the top, she squeals. “Valen!”

“Pray to your goddess, Monarch. Ask for strength to survive what I’m about to do to you.”

Kneeling behind her, I hook a finger beneath her panties and drag them aside. She taught me exactly how to please her—so I take my time, my mouth reminding her of every secret we’ve shared. Same lips. Same tongue. But now, every part of me belongs to her.

“Fuck…yes,” she breathes out, pressing her pussy back onto my face, coating my chin with her wetness. Every swivel of her hips fills my cock with more longing. It hardens in my jeans until I can’t take it anymore.

I rise, shoving her dress up and gripping her bent arms like handles. With a snap, I whip off my belt and hold it folded in half in one hand, then free my throbbing cock. As I slap the leather strap against her exposed ass, I align with her trembling heat… Then shove in deep, burying myself fully inside her. She gasps sharply, and my vision blurs with how impossiblytightand perfect she feels.

“I’m done holding back,” I growl and drive into her hard enough to make her cry out. She’s finally here, hot and wet and real beneath my hands. Fully mine.

Every thrust fulfills a silent promise I made to myself—that if I waited long enough, she’d be my reward.

I caress her ass, then slap the belt across it until it reddens the flesh in stripes. Moaning, she jolts forward.

“Do you know how long I’ve waited to fuck you like this? How many nights I spent imagining it was your body wrapped around me instead of my fist?”

“Valen…” she hums, the sound like a sensual hymn. I swat her ass with the strap again, testing her limits, and she releases a wail.

“Trymaster. Let me hear you say it as I ruin you in this place that was meant to save you.”

She grows quiet, choking on her breath, but I pivot deeper, harder, stealing every sound. Every time I plunge closer to her womb, she releases a tiny sob from between tight lips. Her pussy flutters around my length, which makes me want to explode. But this time, I’m determined to last a long while.

I’m not a virgin anymore.

“Say it.”

Finally, she screams for me. “Yes! Master!”

My head drops back as she squeals, clenching down around my cock. “Fuck, yes, baby. That’s it.”

Dropping the belt and releasing her arms, I squeeze her rounded ass, soothing it with massaging palms as she whimpers.

I fold over her back, locking her waist in a tight embrace as I pound into her with measured thrusts. Every stroke is worship. A reverent surrender to the body I’ve dreamed of for years.

The frustration, the hunger, the fuckingache—I lay it into every snap of my hips, pounding her like I’ve always needed to. Working my desire for her into every thrust.

Her gasps shatter into a high-pitched whine as she comes again, tightening like a vise around my length and trembling beneath me.

I follow, releasing everything inside her, pressing needy kisses along her neck as I fall apart.

“I love you,” I breathe against her throat, heat flushing my face. “Since the second I saw you—stage light in your chocolate hair, fire behind your forest eyes—I haven’t wanted anything else. You had me before I even knew your name.”

A gasp parts her lips for a second, and my pulse races, waiting for her reaction. “Y-Youloveme?” She seems more stunned than appalled, still letting me hold her. And in her eyes, I swear I see the faintest flicker of relief, maybe even acceptance.

As I catch a breath, I silently plead with her to forgive me. “I do. Fully and completely. I’ve waited. Watched. Burned. All for this moment. And now that I’ve got you in my hands? I’m never letting go.”