Rain hammered the stained-glass windows like God himself was trying to break in. Thunder cracked overhead as Father Elias stood in the center aisle of the empty church, staring at the altar where he had served for eight years. The storm had knocked out half the power, leaving only the red sanctuary lamp and a few flickering candles casting long shadows across the pews. His hands shook. He should have locked the doors. He should have told her not to come. But when Sophia slipped in through the side entrance, soaked from the rain, hair plastered to her face, he didn’t say a word. He just walked straight to her and kissed her like a dying man. Their mouths crashed together, desperate and angry. Elias shoved her back against the last pew, hands already tearing at her wet clothes. He yanked her shirt over her head, unhooked her bra, and threw it aside. Her tits spilled out, nipples hard from the cold and the adrenaline. He dropped his head and sucked one into his mouth hard, biting down
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