Page 31 of Daddy's Sinner

“Matheo,” she gasps, her back arching as her climax crashes over her. She’s so close to losing herself, on the verge of passing out, but she clings desperately to consciousness, not wanting to miss a second of the pleasure rippling through her body. Her hips buck wildly against mine, riding out every wave of ecstasy.

I bite into her ankle, growling, “Breathe,” as I unleash my own pleasure, releasing my grip on her throat moving down. I hold on to her hips tightly to keep her steady. Her eyes flutter open as she takes a deep, gasping breath—the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen. "You're so fucking perfect," I gasp, the throbbing rush in my body reaching its peak.

I hope she’s on birth control, because there’s no stopping me from coming inside her as my thrusts grow erratic. Our moans mingle, filling the sacred space with our shared pleasure. I release her throat, pressing my lips to hers, swallowing her cries as she quakes beneath me. Her pussy milks me mercilessly, drawing my orgasm out as I explode inside her. I smile, gazing at her radiant face, still glowing in the aftermath of our shared release. Her lips, swollen from my kisses, curve into a satisfied smile, her eyes glazed with the remnants of pleasure. I stay inside her a moment longer, savoring the way she pulses around me.

How could something so right be forbidden? One thing is certain—this woman is mine.

I pull out slowly, offering her my hand to help her up. But the happiness on her face begins to fade as she glances around, searching for the monster that might drag her back to her hell. She hurriedly fixes herdress, and I tuck myself back into my pants, watching as the weight of our sins settles back onto her shoulders. Her voice breaks the silence, soft and trembling.

“Matheo,” she whispers, her eyes darting nervously around the church. “We need to be careful. There’s a chance someone might come in.” I turn to face her as she stands from the altar, my arms wrap around her, pulling her closer. “I know,” I murmur, on her hair as I rub her back trying to soothe her. “But right now, all I care about is you.”

Marisol meets my gaze, her eyes reflecting a mix of fear and desperate longing. “I can’t stay here,” she says, her voice trembling. “If I get caught with you under these conditions, it could be disastrous.”

I study her face, seeing the genuine concern etched in her features. “What are you so afraid of?” I ask softly. “Don’t be scared. I’m not.”

“You should be,” she breathes, her lips brushing against chest. “But if you knew any better you would stay far… very far away from me. But I can’t stop thinking of you. That scares me.”

“I feel the same way,” I reply, my voice steady. “Stop being so afraid. I’m more of a devil than a saint.”

Her gaze locks with mine, raw need and vulnerability in her eyes. “I’ve never felt this before. I need this, need you.”

I nod, feeling her need resonate with my own. “Then don’t be afraid,” I say firmly, my voice laced with a fierce intensity. “I’d burn this whole town down before I let anything happen to you.”

Her eyes widen, and I can see the flicker of doubt in her expression, perhaps thinking I’m exaggerating. But she doesn’t know that I meant every word. I would unleash hell on this town if it meant freeing her from this place. Her safety and our time together mean everything to me.

“I’m not just saying that,” I continue, my voice low and filled with a burning resolve. “I’d tear the world apart to keep you safe. You’re mine now, and I mean that.”

Marisol’s gaze softens as she takes in the depth of my words. “I need you to mean that,” she says quietly, her voice trembling slightly.

“I do,” I assure her, my hand tightening around her. “No matter what it takes, I’ll make sure nothing and no one harms you. I’ll burn down everything that dares to threaten us.”

Dove

As I pull myself together, I think, Great, just what I needed—getting all tangled up in forbidden stuff when I’ve got responsibilities waiting. I can’t let myself get lost in this moment. I’ve got a sinner to deal with, and I need to head out before things get more complicated. But his words, I saw the sincerity in his voice. I believe him. Call me naive, call me stupid but I believe him even though I also know the consequences of disobeying the Prophet. I need to get going before this comes to bite Matheo in the ass.

Matheo’s voice is a low, husky murmur. “What’s the matter? You look like you’re about to run off.”

“I have to go,” I whisper, my voice trembling. “I’ve got things to take care of.”

Matheo lets me pull away and we both take a moment to further adjust our clothes, the cool wood of the church steps feeling oddly grounding. “So, besides all the obvious,” Matheo says with a flirtatious grin, “what do you actually do for fun? Surely, there’s something you enjoy that doesn’t involve books and running off.”

I glance at him. “Painting,” I reply, a smile playing on my lips. “It’s one of the few things that really brings me peace. What about you? What gets you going?”

He raises an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. “Painting, huh? Didn’t peg you for an artist. As for me, I dive into the darker side of things. I find beauty in the shadows, in what’s hidden. Sometimes, in my fantasies, I imagine myself righting wrongs and exposing injustices.”

I nod, feeling the heat of his gaze. “That sounds intense. I guess we both have our ways of dealing with the chaos. You might just be my kind of trouble.”

Matheo chuckles, his eyes locking onto mine with a smoldering intensity. “Trouble? I could say the same about you. You know, you should definitely paint me like one of those French girls—lounging provocatively. I’d love to see that.”

I laugh, feeling a flush of desire. “Oh, I think I might just take you up on that.”

Matheo leans in closer, his voice dropping to a sultry whisper. “I’d love to see what you come up with. And if you ever want to escape all this… responsibility, I’m here. We could have some fun.”

The temptation to linger is overwhelming, the magnetic pull between us impossible to ignore. I want to stay, to explore the electric tension between us, but duty calls.

“Thanks,” I say softly, forcing a smile as I turn to leave. “I’ll definitely keep that in mind.”

Matheo steps closer, his hand gripping my arm with a lingering heat. The space between us is electric, charged with a tension that’s almost palpable. His gaze locks onto mine as he leans in, his breath hot against my skin. “Before you go…”

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