The kiss was feral, tongues tangling in a wet, desperate dance. She tasted like cherries and forbidden fruit, moaning into my mouth as I nipped her lower lip, drawing a bead of blood that I licked away.'God forgive me,' I muttered, but my hands were already roaming, cupping her ass and squeezing the firm flesh through her dress. She ground against me, her heat seeping through our clothes.'Fuck God,' she hissed, nails raking my scalp. 'Fuck me instead, you repressed holy bastard.'Her blasphemy ignited something primal. I spun her, pinning her face-first against the booth wall, my body caging hers. One hand fisted her hair, yanking her head back to expose her throat. I bit down, sucking hard enough to bruise, her pulse fluttering under my tongue. 'You selfish tease,' I growled against her skin. 'Coming here week after week, dripping your filth into my ear. You wanted this, didn't you? Wanted your priest to defile you.''Yes,' she whimpered, arching back. 'God, yes. Use me, Father. M
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