Page 17 of Sinner
The sheets are cool against our heated skin as we sink down together. I hover above her, suddenly uncertain despite the wanting that burns through my veins.
“We can stop,” I whisper, giving her one last chance to save us both.
She wraps her legs around my waist in answer, drawing me closer. “I don’t want to stop. I want you, Nico. All of you.”
Our bodies collide, and the raw, wet sensation of her enveloping me is so intense that my eyes roll back. She cries out, her back arching sharply off the bed, fingernails clawing into my shoulders like a cat in heat. Her breasts heave, nipples peaked and rosy.
“Look at me,” she pants, her voice husky with lust, and my eyes flick open to see hers locked onto my face, pupils blown wide with pleasure. “Don’t you dare look away.”
Our bodies slam together, my hips driving into hers with increasing force. She wraps her legs higher around my waist, taking me deeper with each thrust. Her wetness coats my length, the slick sounds of our coupling mixing with the storm outside. I bite down on her shoulder to stifle my groans as her inner walls clench around me.
“I love you,” she gasps, her nails drawing blood from my back. “I’ve always—oh God, right there—loved you.”
My control shatters completely. “I love you too,” I growl against Caterina’s throat, sucking hard enough to mark her. “I want to fuck the very thought of any other man out of your body. I want you to feel me for days.”
Her movements grow more urgent, her breathing ragged. When she cries out, I cover her mouth with my hand, suddenly remembering Sister Agnes in the kitchen, the seminarian in the guest room down the hall.
“Shhh,” I murmur against her ear.
The sound of our bodies colliding fills the small room, a rhythm as primal as the storm outside. I feel her muscles contract around me, pulling me deeper, and the sensation threatens to shatter what remains of my restraint. Her lips part against my palm, breath hot and desperate against my skin.
“The whole rectory will hear,” I whisper, though part of me no longer cares. Let them hear. Let the world know what she does to me.
She nods against my hand, biting gently at my fingers. The slight pain sends electricity straight through me. I remove my hand, capturing her mouth instead, swallowing her cries as our movements become more frantic.
The candlelight flickers across her flushed skin, casting shadows that dance with each thrust. I memorize every detail—the way her hair spreads across my pillow like dark silk, the small beauty mark just below her left breast, the way her eyes flutter closed when I hit that perfect spot inside her.
“Nico,” she breathes against my lips, and hearing my name—not Father, just Nico—undoes something fundamental in my chest. This is who I am with her. Not the priest, not the servant of God, just a man desperate for the woman beneath me.
Her legs tighten around my waist, heels digging into my lower back as she pulls me impossibly closer. The new angle makes us both gasp, and I have to pause, my forehead pressed against hers, struggling for control.
“Don’t stop,” she pleads, rolling her hips against mine. “Please don’t stop.”
The movement sends shockwaves through me. I begin again, slower this time, savoring each sensation. Her wetness, her heat, the way she fits around me like she was made for this moment. Made for me.
Lightning illuminates the room in stark white, followed immediately by thunder so loud the windows rattle. In that brief, brilliant flash, I see her face clearly—eyes wide and dark with passion, lips swollen from my kisses, cheeks flushed with desire and something deeper. Something that looks like devotion.
The thought should terrify me. Instead, it drives me harder against her, claiming the beautiful woman with each movement.She arches beneath me, spine curved like a bow, and I know she’s close. I can feel it in the way her breathing changes, the way her fingernails dig deeper into my shoulders.
“Let go,” I murmur against her throat, tasting the salt of her skin. “Let go for me, Cat.”
She shatters around me with a broken cry, her body convulsing beneath me. The sensation of her climax pulls me over the edge, and I bury my face in her neck, muffling my own release as I spill myself inside her.
For long moments, we remain entwined, breathing hard, hearts hammering against each other. The storm continues its assault on the windows, but inside this small sanctuary, there is only warmth and the gradually slowing rhythm of our bodies.
I lift my head to look at her, brushing damp hair from her face. Her eyes are soft, sated, and when she smiles at me, it’s like watching the sun break through clouds.
“No regrets?” She asks softly, fingers tracing the line of my jaw.
I consider lying, maintaining the pretense that this was madness, a moment of weakness we should both forget. But looking at this woman who has become my entire world without me realizing when or how—I find I cannot.
“No regrets,” I say, and mean it.
I pull her down for another kiss, gentle this time, almost chaste. When we part, she curls against my side, her head on my chest. I wrap my arms around her, holding her close as exhaustion finally begins to claim me.
“What happens now?” she whispers into the darkness.
I don’t have an answer. Tomorrow will bring consequences we can’t yet fathom—my vows, Caterina's engagement, and the impossible gulf between our worlds. But tonight, with her warm and pliant in my arms, tomorrow feels very far away.
