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He lays me down gently on the bed and we crawl under the sumptuous covers together. Gabe pulls me into his arms, holding me like I’m something precious. Like he’s never going to let me go. I can feel his heart beating against my back, strong and steady. He kisses my temple, his lips warm and soft.

“Olivia,” he whispers hoarsely, and I can hear the emotion in his voice. “My sweet girl.”

He buries his face in my damp hair, inhaling deeply. I can feel his words rumble in his chest as he speaks. “I’ve crossed a line. Probably an unforgivable one. But I can’t go back, Liv. Not now that I know what you taste like, what you feel like when you come all over my cock. Not now that I know you were always meant to be mine.”

“I think we were meant for each other,” I say, and he murmurs his agreement.

His hand slides down my body, cupping my pussy possessively. I gasp, arching into his touch. He slips a finger inside me, and I wince at the soreness, but he’s gentle. He doesn’t move his finger, leaving it buried inside me, and I find it soothing.

“This is mine now,” he says, his voice quiet but no less possessive for it. “Every part of you is mine. I can’t live without you, angel. I won’t.”

“I don’t want to live without you, either.” I have questions about how this is going to work, but I’m too sated, too tired to ask them right now.

He kisses my neck, his mouth slow and languid against my skin. I shiver and clench around his finger, my body responding to his touch like we’ve done this a hundred times.

“God forgive me, but I’m never going to let you go.”

His cock is rock hard against my ass, but he makes no move to fuck me again. He just holds me, his finger inside me, his heartbeat a steady drum against my back.

“I love you, Olivia,” he whispers, his voice thick with emotion. “I love you so much it hurts. I love you so much that I’ll gladly burn in hell if it means I get to be with you.”

“Then I’ll burn with you, because I love you, too, Father Thorne.”

And even though we’re talking about burning in hell for all eternity, for the first time in my life, I’m filled with hope for the future.

Seven

Gabriel

I should be asleep, but I’m wide awake. Olivia—my angel, my sweet girl, my everything—lies curled against me, her head on my chest. She’s fast asleep, her eyelids fluttering occasionally, her breathing deep and even. The world is quiet, with barely any traffic sounds floating up from the street below, no footsteps in the hallway outside, no chiming elevator. It’s just me and my girl, alone together, tangled up in white sheets. Curled together in the bed where I took her virginity.

In the bed where I broke my vow of celibacy after over a decade.

I watch Olivia sleep, taking in every single detail. The way her long lashes fan out over her cheeks, the way her full lips part slightly with every exhale. She’s so beautiful. She looks like the living embodiment of peace.

Despite the earlier turmoil inside me over breaking my vow, over throwing my career and possibly even my soul away over this, I’m at peace, too. I regret nothing. Tonight felt like aninevitability. Like Olivia and I were always destined for each other.

Maybe all of this was just part of God’s plan.

My cock twitches as I replay everything we did. The first time I saw her naked. The way she tasted. How hot and tight she was around me. The way her nails scored down my back as I made her mine.

It was fucking perfect. And I’m not just saying that because up until a few hours ago, I’d been celibate for over a decade.

God, the way she called meDaddy…blood flows into my cock as I replay it in my mind, over and over again. Olivia calling me Daddy did something to me. It changed me. It made me a new man.

The man I’m meant to me. Olivia’s Daddy, who takes care of her in every single way. Every part of her is mine to care for. Her heart. Her soul. Her insanely tight little pussy.

My balls throb, despite the fact that I emptied them into her twice tonight. I hadn’t planned on taking her again the shower, but it was what we both wanted. Both needed.

She shifts against me, sighing softly in her sleep, and a feeling I’ve never experienced before washes over me. It’s primal and possessive. It’s overwhelming. And it feels right, more right than anything I’ve felt in a long time.

I’ve never felt so alive. So consumed with another person. I’ve fantasized about her countless times, but they all paled in comparison to the real thing. The feeling of her skin against mine, her moans and breathy sighs, the way she gave herself to me completely. The way she called me Daddy and told me to fuck her forever. It was dirty and raw and fucking perfect.

I stroke her hair, the soft strands slipping through my fingers.

I feel like a different man, which makes sense, because everything has changed. I’ve crossed a line I can’t uncross. I’vebroken a vow I upheld for fourteen years. But as I look at her, I don’t feel regret. I don’t feel anything but love and joy and protectiveness. I could never regret something that felt so right. She’s mine now, in body, in soul, in every way that matters. I won’t let her go. She’ll never have to face anything alone again. She’s mine.

Mine.

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