Page 75 of The Secrets of a Sin

Charlotte moans softly into the air, spurring my heart and desire into a frenzy.

“I would stand here all day and admire every dip and curve of your body.” I make my way back to where she’s now in front of me, and I settle myself between her legs. The warmth of her thighs seeps through the fabric of my jeans and trails over my aching cock. I’m fucking desperate to sink her. I already knew she was wet again and most likely leaking her juices all over the altar underneath her ass. So, reaching inside my pants, I pull out my dick and run my palm down the length. “I’d feast on your skin all night, sampling every inch of your body until my mouth is fully acquainted with all of you.”

Another hopeless groan fills my ears, and I feel her thighs tighten around me. “What is this, Arsen?” She asks on a pant. “Why does this feel like so much more than love?”

Her confession strikes me hard. It jerks me back slightly, but something told me not to deflect. I want to let her in entirely, even if it disheartens her. So, on an exhale, I rest my hand on her leg. “Love is repeated. It’s easy to say and easy to fall out of. It’s a fucking meaningless word that holds no true power behind it. What we have is unparalleled.” I knead her skin, fucking praying she understands where I’m coming from.

Or understands me.

“It’s potent and raw, up and down, destructive and mind-blowing all at the same time. It’s messy and unpredictable, but it’s us.” I profess sternly. “We're eternal. It’s engraved in our bones, written in our blood, and carved into our souls, angel.”

Charlotte then suddenly snaps up into a seated position, staring hard through me as her breathing intensifies. Taking both her under thighs, I yank her into me until we’re nose to nose, and I’m inhaling her gasps. “What we have is so much more complex than love. It's a fucked-up mayhem of emotions that was specifically crafted for us.”

She leans in close, using her grip on my hair as leverage to drag our lips over each other softly. “God, just fuck me already.” She cries against my lips, causing my lips to lift in a grin.

“Are you praying to your new God?” I tease as I run the tip of my cock along her wet slit. Her legs instantly widen, and she moves forward slightly, egging me on to push inside her.

“No, I’m begging him.”

Our lips crash violently. Both of our bodies now search one another out until we're finally plastered to each other like magnets. Our collision is cataclysmic. It is two damaged souls breathing life back into one another until the only thing left is the darkness that inhabits our beings. We were made for chaos, for all things corrupt and wrong. Our lives were spared from the normalcy of everyday life, and instead, we were gifted with the ailments the rest of the population evaded. To them, we were damaged goods. We lacked what they considered acceptable, but to me, we were fucking blessed with,,,,,

Her clawing hands reach for the top of my jeans, and before I know it, she’s dragging them down past my hips until they stop on my knees. “Hurry.” She pleads against my mouth as her greedy hand now clutches my cock and starts rubbing.

I was in absolutely no rush to get between her legs. As badly as my cock disagreed, I wanted to savor this moment. I wanted to worship her like the angel she was before I defiled her underneath the vigilant eyes of God and every other sacrificial item that belonged in the church. She at least deserved my adoration and respect before I ravaged her body.

“Lie back.” I remove her hand from my cock and gently press on the spot between her breasts. She whimpers in return but follows my command and rests her body all the way back on the altar. Tearing my pants and boxers the rest of the way off, I toss them beside me then make work of my hoodie. Once I’m completely buck-ass naked, I put one knee up on the high surface and push the rest of myself up until I’m hovering over Charlotte’s jittery form.

“Tell me you trust me again.” I take her thigh and drag it up until it’s resting against my hip bone, and I can feel the heat of her pussy swarm me.

I already knew her answer. I knew she trusted me more than any other bastard out there, but I needed to hear her words. I needed the affirmation.

The tips of her fingers dance up the length of my arms, which are caging her in, and slowly make their way up to the nape of my neck to play with my hair.

“I trust you, Arsen.” She proclaims in a stern voice that causes my dick to stir and hit the center of her cunt. “But if you don’t fuck me now, I might die in this church.”

Dragging my length up and down her slit, I push only the head inside of her hole until I reluctantly pull out. “Die?” I tease, loving the feel of her tight grip on the back of my head. “If you die, I die, baby.”

She groans loudly, piercing my ears with the most euphoric sound known to man.

“Then put your cock inside me already so we can both live.” She demands as her hips swivel and seek me out. I should put her out of her misery and sink inside her, but it was electrifying listening to her plead for me. I wanted to hear more, but my throbbing cock was on a mission of his own. Lining myself up at her entrance, I push inside.

“Yes!” She moans out in relief as her back arches and her breasts brush up against my chest.

Still soaking wet from her orgasm earlier, I use that as my lubricant and thrust myself all the way in. With a damn vice grip, she squeezes me from the base to the tip as if she’s trying to strangle me. My forehead and arms are now coated in a thin film of sweat as the need to move consumes me.

Withdrawing from her heat, I power forward, causing my hips to slam into her thighs. “Fucking perfect.” I snarl as I gradually find a perfect rhythm that has her rocking against me and moaning with each vigorous grind. Our movements became one as if we were slowly mending into a single entity. It was such a fucking compelling sensation that I couldn’t even describe the psychical feeling it gave me. It only made me want to pound into her harder. To fucking take and take until I was decimating her fear, her past, and everything else that could be holding her back from me.

“Don’t stop.” She begs as I slam into her with more force than before. “Don’t stop till I’m coming around you.”

Fuck no, I was never going to stop. I would fuck and fuck until I was no more, till I was empty and fucking lifeless from giving her all of me.

I feel her fingers rub against her clit violently, then, suddenly, she freezes. “Arsen.” She snatches my arm in a death grip, but the influx of desire coursing through me makes it impossible for me to stop. “I heard something.” She whispers in a terrified voice.

“I didn’t hear anything.” I lean over her and rotate my hips into her, causing a small whimper to escape her mouth.

“I’m being serious, Arsen. I heard something.” She warns but doesn’t make any attempt to stop me. “I think someone’s watching us.”

Lucky them.

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