I gasped as Father Francis set me down on the cool marble altar, the shock of cold stone against my bare ass making me shiver. My sundress was already bunched uselessly around my waist, thighs spread wide, slick arousal coating my inner thighs from how badly I wanted him.His hands trembled with restraint and raw need, but they never stopped moving. One large palm slid up my thigh, possessive and rough, while the other fisted in my hair, yanking my head back to expose my throat. His mouth attacked—hot, open-mouthed kisses mixed with sharp bites that sent sparks straight to my core.“Father… Francis,” I moaned, deliberately breathy and sinful, letting my voice echo softly through the candlelit chapel. “You’re so fucking hard for me already. I can feel how desperately you need this.”“Quiet,” he growled against my skin, the sound low and broken, thick with lust and crushing shame. “This is madness. Your parents are right outside that door—”“Then you’d better make it count,” I whispered
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