Chapter 11Father Elias’ POVWeeks later…Sleep had turned into a battlefield for me since that night.I dreamed of her every time I closed my eyes. Not gentle dreams or repentant ones but raw, recalled visions that left me hard and gasping for air before dawn.In the dream, I was back at the altar, her legs locked around my waist as her nails dug deep into my shoulders. She whispered blasphemies into my mouth and ears as I fucked her senseless, each thrust pulling out black smoke right from her lungs as the chapel was filled with the smell of burning incense and sex. I came inside her again and again, watching my seed drip out of her like unholy oil, anointing her thighs, the stone and my trembling hands. Each time she came, the devil howled, then laughed. Like it had won.I jolted awake, drenched in sweat, my sheets twisted around my legs with my cock throbbing painfully against my stomach. The room smelled of my own shame.I hadn’t returned to the chapel since. I couldn’t. The thou
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