Taboo: Ties and Sins
Her hands slid over the wet skin, tracing hard contours, feeling his heat even through the cold rain.
“Fuck, Clara, you drive me insane,” he growled, voice breaking, as he tore the habit from her with one sharp pull; the heavy fabric ripped slightly as it fell into the mud with a wet slap. The thin nightgown, nearly transparent from the rain, clung to her breasts, to her hardened nipples, and Gabriel ripped it open with a brutal tug, the pieces of cloth falling like broken petals. He stared at her, dark eyes roaming over her naked body, pale skin glistening in the rain, brown hair plastered to her back. “Look at you… so perfect, so mine.”