Page 18 of Unholy

There’s only one thing left to do.

Chapter four

Killian

Mywholebodyistense, just wanting to come. I can’t take much more of this torture. My chest stings from the wax and my dick aches with the need to release. The darkness that envelops me is making it that much worse. Then Levi's silky voice, praying over me, marking me. Jesus fuck. I feel like I can’t breathe.

“Father?” I ask, realizing that Levi had been quiet for far too long. I don't get an answer. I try to listen for the sound of Levi’s breathing, anything to figure out where he had gone. I lay there in silence, the darkness closing in around me. I know my hands are free to lift the blindfold, but I want to be good for my Father.

When the silence has stretched longer still, I open his mouth to speak again, but I hiss when I feel hands on my chest. Yes. Fucking finally. Levi finally touches me, and I couldn’t be moreecstatic, almost coming from the feeling of his hands alone. They travel up my chest, starting right around the first symbol he had made with the wax.

I bite my tongue to keep myself from moaning. Levi’s hands are so soft, so warm and perfect. I would lay here for eternity if it meant that Levi would continue touching me for just as long. His hands slowly travel up, deft fingers trace my collar bone, then I feel pressure on my neck. Before I can say anything, Levi’s hands are around my throat, squeezing it.

Pleasure sores through me, and I almost come immediately. I silently moan, my hands coming up to wrap around his wrists. After a minute, the pleasure I had felt turns to panic.Need to breathe.I tap on Levi’s wrist, a silent signal for him to ease up, but he doesn’t. It feels like he tightens his grip, blocking even more air from entering my lungs.

I reach up, removing the blindfold. It takes a few seconds for Levi’s image to come into view. He leans over me, the flickering candles making a halo around his brown hair. He’s the closest thing to an angel I’m ever going to see.

“Let go,” I mouth, unable to form words without air.

“God has left me because of you. If you’re gone, he will return.” Levi’s words are heartless, almost robotic as he continues to squeeze my neck. Pure panic goes through me. I could easily overpower him. I could kill him in an instant, but that’s not what I want. I want him towantme. Surely Levi won’t go through with this plan.

“Please,” I manage to get out, eyes watering from lack of air.

“You must die, demon. Pay for your sins.” The words are so cold, I feel like he was dunked in ice water. I pull at his hands, but his grip is steadfast. He bears down, using the weight of his body to pin me to the bathroom floor by the neck.

“Don’t want to die,” I mouth, vision starting to go black around the edges. Did I wait too long to fight? Is it too late? Am I too weak from lack of air?

No. It will not end this way. It can’t. I use the last little bit of energy I have to raise my arms over my head. I link my hands together, bringing them down on Levi’s locked elbows with all of my might. His grip falters just enough for me tocapitalize. I thrust my hands between his arms, pushing out. His hands release my neck in an instant.

I push Levi off of me, gulping air. “You tried to kill me,” I say between painful breaths. I look at Levi, who just stands there, tan skin flickering in the low light of the candles.

“Iwillkill you, demon.”

Levi doesn’t give a moment's notice, just charges me, tackling me. We land on the tiled floor with a thud. A pain shoots through my head as it connects with the hard surface. Levi is on top of me, attempting to get his hands around my neck again.

Not this time. Levi didn’t catch me off guard. I counter, flipping us over so that I’m between Levi’s legs. Our softening cocks graze together, and I can’t stop myself from moaning. Levi freezes beneath me. I grind our cocks together again, this time allowing the moan to slip from my lips.

“If this is killing me, then don’t stop,” I say, thrusting again. Levi's eyes close for a brief second when our dicks press deliciously together. The friction makes me forget all about my burnedskin, sore throat, and splitting headache. Forgive and forget.

“No!” Levi shouts, and he’s stronger than I had ever thought. He locks his thick, strong legs around my hips, then uses his body to roll us. He straddles me within seconds, and sweet infant Satan, I like the look of him on top of me.

“If you wanted to be on top, Father, all you had to do was ask.”

“Shut up!” Levi screams, leaning down to press his forearm against my throat, effectively blocking airflow again. I kick out, flipping Levi over my head. He rolls, as if he has been fighting his entire life. I quickly stand to find Levi already on his feet. We circle each other, I pay very close attention to try to predict his next move.

Levi’s eyes are calculating, as if he has a plan, but is just waiting for the perfect moment. This is doing nothing to calm my raging hard-on. In fact, it is making me so much harder. Watching every muscle in his body flex and release with each movement he makes is downright erotic. They could make a porno with just Levi walking around naked. Jesus’ tits, this man is sexy.

I am so distracted by the way Levi’s quads stretch from his knee to his hip, I don't even notice when he pounces. I stumble back as he wraps his whole body around me, using his momentum to push me further. The back of my knees hit something smooth, hard, and unmoving. My legs buckle, and I fall backward.

The burn of the water is the first thing I notice. It envelopes my entire body, so hot, I worry my skin might burn off. Then I accidentally inhale some. If I thought the way it burned my skin was bad, it was nothing compared to the way it burns my lungs. My body’s natural survival instincts take hold. I grab on to the side of the tub to pull myself out, but a hard body is holding me down.

“Soul of Christ, sanctify me.” My head emerges just long enough to hear Levi’s words. He pushes my torso, submerging me again. He straddles me in the water, legs squeezing my hips to suppress movement. Our cocks grind against each other with every breath we take, but, for once, I can’t find the brain power to be turned on. Not when every part of my body hurts.

“Father,” I get out, finding breath at the surface again. Levi’s eyes look crazed, as if he is the one possessed.

“Body of Christ, save me.” His firm hands are on me again. I would be turned on if the priest wasn’t currently trying to fucking drown me in holy water. “Blood of Christ, inebriate me.”

“Please. Stop,” I beg, realizing that Levi isn’t going to let me go. I might not survive this. And how? How did this happen? How did it all go so wrong? I… I wanted Levi. And not in a fun way to defile God. I wanted him in more ways than I had allowed myself to think about.

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