Page 46 of Unholy Nights

"Are you afraid?"

"Yes," I admit, and it's not a lie. I'm terrified of the things I feel. Terrified of the fact that this feels like a breaking point. Like I'll never be able to go back. I'm scared that once I cross this line, I'll be addicted. To him.

He leans down, kissing my cheeks, the corners of my mouth. "Don't be scared, little one," he whispers. “I'll never let anything hurt you. Even me."

And then he's thrusting all the way inside of me and he's huge and I'm stretched and full, but... somehow it doesn't hurt. He's as deep inside of me as he can get, and his muscles shake as he holds himself still. His jaw is tight as he stares down at me with midnight eyes.

It's the most amazing thing I've ever felt in my entire life. Warmth spreads from my belly to my fingertips and toes, and then I'm moving, shifting my hips, trying to get him to move.

"I've waited a long time for you," he murmurs, his voice strained as I stare into his endless eyes and he stares right back. "I'm not only your first. I'm your only. Now that I've had a taste of you, nothing can tear you away from me. This isn't just a fuck. It's the end of the world and the birth of the universe. It's the most sacred of rituals, and when I'm finished, you will never look at another man again. Because you'll never crave anyone the way you crave me. Do you understand?"

"Yes," I whisper, because I feel the truth in his words, the inevitability. Everything has led us here, and there's no turning back.

He grips my thigh, spreading my legs wider as he starts to move, slowly at first, dragging himself out of me inch by torturous inch before thrusting back in. Each stroke is a brand on my soul.

He fucks me slowly, the stone altar cold and unforgiving beneath my back. I barely feel the icy air as I wrap my legs around his waist and tilt my hips, needing him deeper. Thesensation is overwhelming. He's everywhere. Around me, inside of me. It's magic and chaos, and it's everything I've ever dreamed of.

Losing my virginity to my stepfather on the altar of an ancient church while bound with blood red velvet wasn't exactly how I thought it would go, but I wouldn't change a single thing.

"More," I gasp, my hands straining against the velvet binding. I want to dig my nails into his back, feel his muscles moving beneath his skin as he drives into me. "I need more, Cohen."

"Greedy girl," he growls, his hands tightening on my thighs. "You'll get more than you can handle. I'll give you everything you can take, and then I'll give you even more."

His hips snap, and I cry out as he hits a spot deep inside me, sending sparks dancing along my spine. He does it again and again, each thrust harder and faster, his hips snapping in a punishing rhythm that leaves me gasping for breath. The sound of his skin on mine is obnoxious as it bounces off the stone walls, wooden pews, and stained glass.

"You're a miracle," he pants, his voice ragged. "A fucking gift, and I'm going to show you what it means to be loved by a man like me. By a king."

He shifts slightly, and I'm opening wider, taking him deeper. I feel the sting of his fingers as he digs them into my thigh, his other hand sliding up my body to grip the back of my neck, holding me close to his chest. His teeth scrape against the column of my throat as his hips roll so he's hitting a spot that turns me into a puddle.

"Come for me, little one," he commands, his voice a guttural growl that makes my whole body tremble. "Let me feel you surrender. Let me feel you give everything you are to me."

I'm helpless to resist, my body obeying him like he's some kind of dark god, and I'm his most devout disciple. Pleasuresurges through me, white-hot and blinding, and I scream his name, my body lifting off the altar like I’m possessed as I come apart in his arms.

He doesn't let me come down. Instead, Cohen swallows my screams with his lips while his hips keep moving, his tongue invading my mouth as his cock claims every inch of me. He swallows every gasp, every moan, every whimper.

When I'm a trembling, overstimulated mess, he releases my wrists from the ribbon and lifts me from the stone altar, holding my body against his, still buried inside of me. My arms are wrapped around his neck and my thighs tighten around his waist as he carries me to the windows, his dick shifting inside of me with every step and I whimper. My back slams into the icy colored glass and I gasp.

The cold of the glass does nothing to cool my burning skin as he presses me against the window. If someone were to look out here, they'd see us, but I don't care. Let the whole world know that we belong to each other now.

"Open your eyes," he says, and I realize they're squeezed shut. My gaze collides with his and my heart stumbles in my chest. His eyes hold mine with such intensity that the rest of the world blurs away, like he's rewriting reality until there's nothing left but him and me and this moment. "Don't ever look away from me. Not when we're like this. Not ever. Do you understand?"

I nod, unable to speak as he moves inside me, his hips rolling in a relentless rhythm. I'm already sensitive from before, and the friction is almost too much to bear. He pins me to the glass with his hips, one hand in my hair, his mouth devouring mine as he starts this slow grind that has the embers inside of me sparking and flickering to life again.

He pulls out almost completely, only to slam back into me, his pelvis grinding against my clit, his cock rubbing a spot insideof me that makes me see stars. My nails dig into his shoulders, holding on for dear life as he takes me higher and higher, his body demanding everything I have to give. And I do. I give it all to him, willingly, without hesitation.

"Cohen," I breathe, my voice a broken whisper. The moonlight pours in, brighter than it should be with all the fresh snow, and casts his shadow onto the stone floor. The leaded glass angel's wings turns his silhouette demonic with a halo of candlelight behind him. "Please..."

"Fuck," he snarls, his grip on my hair tightening, his thrusts becoming more chaotic. Then he starts murmuring, but I’m not sure he even knows what he’s saying. He’s just as lost in this as I am. "I've been saving this load for you. Just for you, baby. I'm going to fill you until it's dripping down your thighs." He rolls his hips again and my head falls back against the glass. His teeth scrape against my neck. "Until you're so full of me you'll never be empty again."

His body's dragging against that amazing spot between my legs with every thrust and I start to shake with the force of what's building inside of me. His words are only making it worse. The tips of my fingers dig into the back of his neck, his shoulder, the tops of his arms. Anywhere I can reach.

"I'm not going to stop until I've filled you so completely that you're carrying a piece of me inside you. My child growing in your belly, proof that you're mine. That you'll always be mine." His words are horrible and filthy and so, so scary.

They're also the hottest thing I've ever heard.

"Listen to me, baby. When you feel that explosion inside you, that's me. That's us. That's how we create life together."

The idea of having his baby, of conceiving a child in this sacred space with the man I love... I can't help it. It makes something feral rise inside of me. Something I didn't even knowwas there. An instinct to fulfill a role I was created for. To become his wife. His partner in every sense of the word.

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