Unholy Cravings (Collection of Short Stories)
His breath hitched when I wrapped my fingers around him, careful but eager to obey.
"Good girl," he murmured. I could hear the prayers drifting through the walls, but none of that mattered now—only this moment, only his voice, only my hands.
I moved them gently at first, learning the rhythm he wanted, desperate to please him, desperate for more.
"You're a sinner... and a bad girl at the same time."
He smirked against my skin."But damn, you know how to do this perfectly."
I looked up at him, heat burning in my cheeks as his words sank deep.