Page 79 of Priest

Somewhere between falling asleep and Priest shaking me awake, I had a nightmare.

When I come around, my heart is racing and Priest is staring down at me.

“Bella?” His face is twisted with worry, his brow furrowed. “Bella, wake up.”

It takes a few moments for me to realize where I am… and that I’m safe. “Oh my God,” I whisper. “I… I had a bad dream…”

His hands feel warm on my shoulders even though I’m shaking. “What happened?”

I shake my head. “There was so much blood… I… I didn’t know where I was…”

“You’re safe, Bella. I’ll never let anything happen to you.” He draws me closer and I fold into his arms.

I don’t know how long he holds me for, but soon my rapid breathing returns to normal. “I kept seeing so many faces.”

“Of your family?”

“Of everyone… Everything.”

He brushes the hair back off my face. His touch feels magical on my skin. “You don’t have to…”

And what if I liked it? Do I fight against what feels right? My words come back to haunt me. How much fire there was between us when I was supposed to be confessing my sins.

I push up and climb into his lap, forcing him back against the pillows. His hands fall to my hips. “Bella…”

I place a finger over his lips. “Shhh.”

I need this.

We need this.

I lift the hem of my shirt and pull it over my head. Priest’s eyes lower to my breasts as I throw my shirt across the bed.

“Fuck,” he mutters.

“Touch me.”

He swallows hard, his eyes flicking up mine again as I reach for his hands and our fingers interlace. “You’re so beautiful.”

I hover my lips over his, feeling his erection digging into my wet center. God, he feels so good. “Touch me, Priest. Please, I’m begging you.”

I brush my lips against his and at the same time, I bring his hands to my chest and place them on my breasts. A small moan leaves his throat as I close my eyes and knead his fingers against me. Our kiss deepens and I remove my hands, letting him take over. The second I feel his tongue touch mine, my pussy clenches and I know if I rub against him just a little bit, I’ll lose it.

His thumbs brush against my nipples and I groan. With each touch, I ignite like the fire within me that has only just begun to burn. I rock my hips against his dick and he hisses.

When we pull apart I watch as he brings his mouth to one breast and sucks my nipple into his mouth. I whimper, my hands holding the back of his head, encouraging him. He sucks and nips, moving to the other side as I watch him do the same to my other nipple. My clit throbs as I grind again, knowing that I need so much more. I need to be naked with this man.

“Bella,” he groans.

“I need to come.”

He holds my hips and slowly moves them up and down, grinding me further into his length. I gasp, the level of my arousal piquing to heights I never knew possible.

I want him inside me.

I want him to be the one.

My first.

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