Forbidden Affairs
I screamed, hands gripping the edge of the altar like it was the only thing keeping me grounded.
When he rose again, his mouth was wet with me.
He didn’t speak.
He slammed back inside—this time slow, grinding deep, claiming every inch.
His hand cupped the back of my neck as he leaned down to kiss me, soft and full of heat. He made love to me now, not like a preacher punishing a sinner, but like a man needing a woman more than salvation.
I kissed him back, desperate and breathless.
“Savannah,” he murmured, lips against my cheek. “You don’t understand what you’ve done to me.”