The Reverend And His Plaything
But I didn’t move, didn’t pull away.
His closeness, his scent—sweat and sex and something uniquely him—was fucking with my head, making my resolve crumble.
“No,” he said, his voice softer now, almost pleading, his eyes red, his face flushed.“My obsession with you… it’s my greatest sin. My craving for you is my only prayer. You know how communion cleanses a sinner?” He paused.
“You are my communion, Mia— you save me, you make me whole.” His words hit hard, raw and heavy, and I hated how they sank into me, how they made my chest ache.
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