Page 73 of The Secrets of a Sin

“I missed your mouth.” He groans. “Couldn’t stop thinkin’ of all the ways I wanted to use it today.” He leers down at my lips that are now purposely nibbling and licking at the seam of my mouth. “What do you say, angel? Think you could take my whole cock down your throat and suck me until I fill that pretty little mouth of yours with my cum?”

Tightening my legs, I move in a slow figure-eight motion, trying to grind myself into him, but nothing was easing the ache now lit in my core. His filthy words were only fuel to my fire, and without his touch, I’d surely extinguish. “I could do that and more.” I tease, fluttering my eyes as his hands now shift to my ass.

“Are you bluffing, angel?” He grins wickedly while studying my face for a reaction. “I want to feel the hollows of your cheek suffocate me until my cum clogs your throat.” His eyes darken as if he’s already imagining my mouth around his cock. My eyes instantly widen, but apparent lust consumes me completely.

How can something so deranged and wrong make my pussy throb mercilessly?

I should feel disgusted by his words, or at least offended, but I'm not. If anything, my desire has only catapulted.

“Already second-guessing us, angel?” He mocks in a tone that sends a frigid chill down my back. His grip on my ass tightens to a painful degree, and suddenly, he’s walking us through the hall. “Does my depravity repulse you yet?” He watches me intently with eyes that read fear and anger, but I can’t seem to muster up any words to alleviate his stress.

“No.” I respond softly, still lost in his eyes that could ruin cities with their darkness.

He continues to carry me, but I'm too focused on his face to even notice he’s opening the doors to the church. Walking us further inside the temple, he lowers me down until my ass lands on the edge of the pew, and his body lowers onto his knees. My hands fall behind me, holding up my upper half as my legs dangle over the sides around his frame.

“It should.” He forces out on a growl. “If you could listen to all the vile things in my head right now, you’d run for the fucking hills.” He pushes in closer until I instinctively lift my legs and drape them over his shoulders.

“How do you know that?” I question, seeing only bits and pieces of his body while the rest of him is hidden in the blackness of the church. I couldn’t understand why he was trying to scare me off. Did he really think that I’d run from him? How could I run from someone I was completely haunted by? I wanted his perversion just as much as I wanted his sweetness, but in moments like this, I needed much more than either.

With his hands now resting on each thigh laying over his shoulders, they start to drift down the length of my legs and stop at the edge of my shorts. “You see, your pussy isn’t the only thing I want to taste on my tongue.” He ghosts his lips over my right thigh, and I immediately tense. His tongue darts out, and I feel the smooth pad of him graze my skin delicately.

“What else do you want to taste?” I pant as my head drops back and my eyes meet the cathedral ceiling that’s watching everything unfold in their chapel.

“I want it all, Charlotte. I want you on every fucking level I can have you.” He gouges his teeth into my upper thigh, which has me moaning into the atmosphere. “I need a part of you in me. I want you flowing through my veins, filling my lungs, and sinking into my heart.”

Arsen wasn’t just a callous, cold-hearted man. He was a goddamn poetic angel that wanted to worship every square inch of me. I was his reason, his antidote, his remedy from the darkness, and I’d gladly follow him through the depths of hell if I had to.

“Take whatever you want from me, Arsen.” I cry out, feeling every bit of misery as his tongue assaults my thigh instead of my sore center. “Take it all, just promise me you won’t let me go.”

He curses to himself, then suddenly, I hear his hand ruffling through the pocket of his jeans until the sound of something opening gets my attention. “Do you trust me?” His tone is soft and filled with so much lust that anything coming out of my mouth at this point would be purely to satisfy him.

“Always.” I pant as I give him what he needs to hear.

“Then I need you to relax for me, angel.” He mumbles softly. My head instantly lifts, but it’s hard to make out anything other than shapes and shadows shifting in front of me.

“What are you doing?” I question, slightly nervous for what he’s about to do when I gradually feel something sharp at my thigh.

“Relax, it’s only going to hurt for a second.” He tries to pacify me, but I quickly try to shift my leg away from him, but it doesn’t work. He holds me still, and then I feel the slicing of a knife dig into my leg, and I quickly retract. I flinch and almost shout for him to get off me, but he swiftly stops me.

“Your blood is now my blood. Wherever you go, I go.” His mouth latches onto the wound he created and sucks. As weirded out as I should be, I oddly enjoy the feeling of his tongue licking at the sore with fervor. It was an entirely new sensation that I wasn’t familiar with, but something about it caused me to awaken. I wanted him to have a part of me within him that would be everlasting.

He was tasting and drinking what keeps me alive. There was something so powerful and barbaric about the act that my sensations became tangled between what was right and what was wrong and created something new.

Something rare.

He continues to savor the fluid like it’s an elixir and swallows my blood until it fully invades his body. Slowly pulling away, the cool air blows over my small puncture, and I immediately search for Arsen’s face as if I could see him in the pitch-black building.

“Now that I’ve hurt you, it’s time to pleasure you, baby.” He declares as I hear the sounds of his tongue slurping around the corners of his mouth and then a low grumble after ingesting the remnants. My vision is foggy with hunger, so the second his warm hands connect with the bottom of my shorts, I arch. Lifting my ass off the pew, I let him drag both fabrics down my legs until my lower half was completely bare for the taking.

“I can smell your desire seeping out of you.” He lowers his head until I can anchor myself perfectly over the breadth of his shoulders. Leaning back onto my elbows, I recline my head towards the ceiling and close my eyes as a rush of air escapes from the back of my throat. “Does this happen every time I’m around you, angel?” He exhales against my pussy, causing my thighs to quiver in despair. A single finger then brushes against my lips, dragging the pad along the seams until it connects with a stream of wetness that's beginning to pour out of me. “Do I soak your thighs just from the mere thought of me touching you?” His digit twirls through my juices as if he’s trying to coat his whole finger, then abruptly surges inside my hole. “Or do you imagine more mischievous things I can do to your body?”

My pussy sucks him in eagerly, constricting around his finger with every slow thrust inside me. “I imagine it all.” I grind out while clinging to the madness boiling inside me.

“Yeah?” His voice lowers, clearly enjoying the anarchy he’s creating as he blows a warm puff of air across my needy clit. “Do you imagine me licking you like this?” The tip of his tongue peeks out and slashes at my nub until a cry breaks out of my mouth.

“Fuck yes.” I pant as his tongue continues its attack on my clit, focusing all the attention on the most sensitive part of me.

“Then open your legs wider.” He growls over me while using his shoulders to spread me apart further. “I need more of you on my tongue.” As he drops his mouth back on me, he suctions his lips around all of me, raiding my flesh until I'm shaking uncontrollably.

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