Page 49 of Unseen

We all rose to our feet to sing God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen amidst the flickering candlelight, and when Father Price stepped up to his dais, we all took our seats on the hard wooden pews once more.

The wind began to howl outside, promising an even heavier fall of snow than the gentle flakes from this afternoon had promised, and I was sure London would be buried this Christmastide.

Oh, what a welcome, delicious thought it was - to be snowed in at Linmere with my new husband. A thought that would have been egregious mere weeks ago was now more than welcome, and I very much looked forward to spending the coming days in bed.

We sat and listened to Father Price speak of the joys of the season, the importance of family, of doing good works, of entering the year with renewed faith and determination to continue to live in God’s own image.

Azriel’s hand still lay benignly on mine in my lap, his coat folded over his knees.

He laced his fingers through mine, shifting to more properly cover his legs, no doubt feeling the cold in the drafty church.

His face determinedly still facing forward, he pulled my hand under the coat, pulling my glove from my hand, one finger at a time.

I did not think much of it, simply smiled to myself, thinking he was trying to keep me warm.

Then he placed my hand on something hot and hard, and I had to suppress a squeak. I dared not look at him and alert those around us what was going on. Here I was, in the middle of a church, with my bare hand wrapped around my husband’s manhood.

My cheeks flamed, and my stomach clenched with desire. This was a step too far, even for Azriel, surely. To do such a thing in a church? It was filthy. Completely deviant behaviour.

Which honestly made it all even more fun.

I stroked my fingers gently along him, not wanting to cause too much movement, lest someone notice.

I squeezed the base of him, and he groaned ever so softly, so only I would hear it.

When I ran my thumb over the tip, a hot liquid was pooling there, making my movements easier, and Azriel tensed as I rhythmically stroked him, over and over.

This was thrilling.

“We must not give in to temptation!” Father Price proselytised from the pulpit, his hands raised, completely unaware of what was occurring in the congregation beneath him.

“For the pleasures of the flesh are fleeting, but the stain on the soul, lasts an eternity. Man’s carnal lusts and appetites are a reminder of the presence of the unclean influences we encounter every day, and we must resist them. ”

Azriel dipped his head, exhaling heavily, and I dared move my hand faster, keeping my arm pressed to my side.

“Good Christian people, I put it to you to renew your faith,” Father Price went on. “Remember the sacrifices of your heavenly father, and that you may make such sacrifices in remembrance of him! ”

The congregation around us muttered their agreement, and Azriel hissed out a breath through gritted teeth, his thighs trembling.

Just as the organ began to play again, and I knew we would stand for our next hymn, Azriel’s seed erupted, all over my hand.

I pumped him gently as his body twitched, his head still bowed.

People began to stand around us, and Azriel tucked himself away.

Under the coat, he wrapped a handkerchief around my hand, and that is how we stood to sing the next hymn, the words of which simply dropped from my lips without much thought, as devious delight bloomed within me.

I wiped away what I could, demurely hidden within the folds of my skirt, and slipped my glove back on. I dared a side glance at my husband, who now looked somehow even more aroused, hardly satisfied by what had just occurred in the middle of a church.

I was distracted for the rest of the service, unbearable heat between my thighs, desperate to return home and indulge in my husband’s body a little more.

I was more than aware of how mere weeks ago I had hated him, I had perhaps even feared him, but now when I looked at him, his handsome face and those startling blue eyes, I desired him, I craved his presence.

I deeply feared that I truly was falling in love with him.

Snow lay ankle deep when we emerged from the church, and the night air was bone-chilling.

Azriel ushered me quickly back to our waiting carriage, calling back hasty Christmas greetings as they were sent in our direction.

But my husband did not stop, pulling me along and helping me up and out of the wind.

“Oh, it’s positively freezing,” I said, my shoulders shaking as Azriel closed the carriage door behind him and pounded on the ceiling. The carriage began to move, much slower than it had before, the snow impeding its progress. “I desire nothing more than a warm fire.”

“Nothing more?” Azriel cocked an eyebrow. “Are you sure of that?”

“Well, perhaps a little more than that.” I gave him a satisfied grin. “That was rather a service, wasn’t it? You seemed to enjoy yourself a great deal.”

“It was most enjoyable. But there was something that did bother me a little.”

“What is that?”

He went to his knees before me, that devilish, cunning grin on his face, and ran his hands underneath my skirt. “The knowledge that you did not feel pleasure while I did. And I need you pleased, wife.”

“Is that so?” I asked over a sharp breath. “You are truly mad.”

“I am mad?” His hands gripped my stockinged thighs, shoving them apart. “You, who dared such debauchery in a house of God is telling me that I am mad?”

A throaty laugh escaped me, and suddenly Azriel disappeared underneath my skirts. I gasped, my hands braced against the carriage walls either side of me, as Azriel’s mouth closed over my sex, sucking me into his mouth, his tongue probing and licking.

“Oh god, Azriel, what are you doing to me?” I cried out as he hoisted my legs over his shoulders, allowing himself even better access to me, and I clutched my hands to my mouth as he shoved two fingers inside me.

His hands were icy, and the violent change of sensation from hot to cold, wet to hard, made my eyes roll back in my head.

“Azriel,” I gasped, my legs shaking. “It is not so far from… Ah!... From the church.”

“Then you had best come quickly, little viper.” It was all he said before his unrelenting tongue rolled back over my bud, and I suppressed a scream with the palm of my hand.

Thank God the carriage’s progress along the snow lined street was slow, for Azriel, the cad, slowed his movements, drawing out my trembling and quivering, until pleas began to fall from my lips. I needed sweet release, it was too much.

“Please, Azriel.” I mewled, bucking my hips against his face. “Please. Oh god, please.”

The carriage turned, and I knew now we were on the drive down to Linmere.

Moments from home. Panic welled inside me, mingled with straining arousal, and with a dark chuckle from underneath my skirts, Azriel’s tongue danced wildly upon me, and he added an extra finger, stretching and pushing as I moaned loudly.

“Yes!” I cried, my hands falling from my mouth and clawing into the seat.

I did not care if the driver heard us anymore, for that sweet release was there, right there in front of me.

Stars exploded in my vision as the fire burned through me, vicious and beautiful, tearing me apart at the touch of his mouth.

But even as I quivered and shook, it was not enough, not nearly enough. Azriel was like opium. I needed more, always more. I was thoroughly addicted to him. His last long lick, just as the driver rounded to come to a stop at the door, set me on edge once more.

Azriel looked thoroughly pleased as he emerged from beneath my skirts. “Had enough, wife?”

I shook my head, panting. “No, not nearly enough.”

“Then let me get you inside, and see just how much more you can take.”