Page 11 of Unholy

“My Father,” I start, kissing the inside of his wrist and working down his arm. “Who is my heaven, hallowed be thy name.”

“What are you doing?” Levi asks, eyes heavy with lust.

“Praying.” My voice is gravely, even to my own ears.

“That’s not how it goes,” he whispers weakly. I bite the inside of his wrist, and he lets out a hiss.

“Yes, it is,” I insist, thrusting slowly as my mouth grazes over his body.

“My king will come.” I lower my head, biting his collarbone, while fucking into him again so he will understand the double meaning.

“Thy will be done,” I whisper into his ear, biting the tip gently.

“On earth as it is in heaven.” I kiss right next to his parted lips with the last line. He moans so low, I’m not sureI heard it.

“Give us this day our daily bread.” I bite his neck hard, right above where the collar rests. I want to devour him. Eat him alive. Only live off of him. I grip his ass, moving him slowly from the door.

“And forgive me for my trespasses,” Levi interjects, staring into my eyes with an unreadable expression.

“As I forgive those who trespass against me,” I walk us slowly toward the bed, still buried deep inside his heat, hoping it will cleanse me. I gently lay him on the bed and move slowly inside of him.

“And lead me not into temptation,” he continues, cupping my jaw and tracing my lips. I hold my breath, for the first time in my life, unsure of what will happen next. “But deliver me from evil.” He joins our lips. I can’t recall a kiss ever feeling like this. As if I’m kissing an electrical wire, and it sends currents through my body, straight to my cock. I almost come right then and there. Almost release straight into his heat because, fuck, this feels like heaven.

My hand grips the collar around his throat, the last symbol of his purity. The last thing tying him to God. “Amen,” I growl as I rip the white collar off, throwing it across the room. Levi either doesn'tnotice or doesn’t care to react because he is devouring my mouth, tongue searching.

“Fuck. That feels like…” Levi’s words trail off as he looks toward the ceiling.

“Heaven?” I finish with a smirk, continuing the slow grind of my hips while kissing and biting every bit of exposed flesh I can reach. If this never happens again, I want him to live with the physical marks that I left for weeks. Every time he looks in the mirror, I want Levi to be reminded of what he did. How fucking good it felt.

“Right there! Please… please… G-... please don’t stop. Right…” his mouth is parted, body twitching and chest heaving with his breaths. I pick up the pace a little bit. I can tell he’s close, and thank Satan, because I don't know how much more I can take.

“Say it!” I demand, my hand clasping around his throat, replacing the collar that was there moments ago.

“Fuck,” Levi curses.

“No. Say it.” I squeeze his throat slightly, and he moans loud and low. “Say it, and I’ll give you what you need. I’ll stroke that perfect cock of yours until you’re coming all over both of us.”

“Please. God. Please,” he moans. I reward him by releasing his neck and grabbing ahold of his cock. His entire body twitches at the touch.

“That’s it, Father. Pray for me. Praytome. I promise. I’ll answer.” I don't stroke, just hold his cock firmly while continuing the grind of my hips.

“Please, Killian.God. Please. Make me come. Please. Need to come,” he begs, looking desperately into my eyes.

“Ask and it shall be given. Seek and you shall find,” I whisper, stroking his cock with a firm, sure hand. He moans, and I swallow it with my mouth. It takes three strokes before he convulses, his tight hole clenching around my dick.

“Yes. Father. Oh, fuck. Yes. Gonna come in you. Fill you up.” I buck my hips twice more before I start to come. Halfway through, I grab my cock at the base, pulling out of him. My aim is true as my come shoots up his chest, landing in a string around his neck. I empty deep inside him while his body twitches around me.

I collapse on top of him, both of us trying to catch our breaths. Finally, after what feels like aneternity, I roll off him. I turn to my night stand, opening the top drawer.

“What are you looking for?” he asks, moving just enough to see what I’m doing.

“I need a smoke,” I say, lighting a cigarette and inhaling.

“God, me too,” he responds, taking the cigarette from my lips with two slim fingers. He brings the butt to his own, taking a long drag, the end lighting up in the dark room.

"Isn't using His name in vain a sin?" I smirk, watching Levi blow a thick cloud of smoke from his perfect lips.

"I don't think I have any right to judge sin at this current moment," Levi responds, passing the cigarette back to me. "I don't wanna talk about Him right now."

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