Page 35 of Worship
Gretchen doesn’t say a word. She licks her lips, and her chest begins to move rapidly with her breathing. My angel is seriously turned on. She takes another step and I mirror her, and a soft moan escapes her lips.
My girl is dirty, just the way I like it.
“All you have to do is tell me no, Angel. This is your game, but I sure as fuck want to play.”
This woman speaks to the basest, most primal pieces inside of me because I love the catch.
Her eyes grow wide, and she bites down on her bottom lip. My hands reach for her waist, but she steps back quickly out of my reach, a tiny smile gracing her lips. Her eyes are wild with her challenge.
My eyes burn into her, and I feel like an animal. I’m going to hunt her down and fuck her like the beast she wants. I begin to stalk toward her as she walks backward. She turns to take the corner, and I take three large steps, reaching out and grabbing her, twirling her back up against the wall.
“Gotcha,” I whisper into the skin on her delicate neck.
She moans out her permission. “So, what are you going to do about it?”
My mouth comes crashing down on hers, our tongues exploring as my hands do the same. We’re frenzied and impassioned, all heat and desire.
I know she hates that she wants this as bad as I do, but she never had a choice. I wasn’t giving her one. I was determined to wear down her resolve. My hands roam her body, and small moans fill my mouth as she grips my hair, tugging me in closer. I can’t get enough of her; I can’t get close enough, connected enough.
I grab her wrists roughly and throw her hands up against the wall, locking her in place.
Pulling back, I lock eyes with her. My voice is deep, almost angry.
“Do you remember what I said? What I warned?”
I don’t need to explain my question; she knows what I mean. I dip my head and suck her nipple through her shirt, hard, letting it go with a pop.
Her voice stutters, “Y-yes.”
“Tell me, Gretchen.”
Her eyes lock to mine as I push my thigh in between her legs and lean against her center. Her body rocks into the pressure.
“You won’t be there to console me when I feel ashamed,” she says breathlessly, enjoying the sensations on her clit.
I nod slowly, affirming what she’s said back to me. Her body grinds against my leg, and small, needy mewls escape her mouth.
I won’t be there. I’ll walk away. I know I’m a monster and so does she because I’ve given her more than most in my life…a warning.
I pull my leg away, leaving her breathless and squirming. Goddamn, she’s beautiful, everything I’d hoped she’d be, and suddenly I’m unsure. I’m worried what I’ll turn her into.
She tugs against my hands, and my eyes look to hers again. She tries to pull forward.
“It’s okay, Luca. I don’t feel ashamed. You don’t make me ashamed.” My eyes search hers.
What I feel for this woman makes me want to break shit. Destroy it, because she has a hold on me, and no matter how much I want to satisfy some primal need, all I really want is to worship her. She makes me feel weak for her.
I let go of her wrists and grip her face with both hands, turning her away from the wall, and walk her back a few steps. My breath ragged from my emotion, I make a guttural sound from the pain I feel knowing that what I’m about to do will cause her fall from grace.
How do I condemn an angel to hell?
I run my thumb over her bottom lip, and her hands squeeze my wrists as we look at each other, no words, just understanding. Our first kiss satisfied the craving, but it wasn’t the most dangerous. It wasn’t even the one that makes what’s happening between us a sin.
“Forgive me,” I whisper as I lean down and bring my lips to hers softly, and she parts them, letting me kiss her again, slower this time, reverent.
This kiss, this one, this is my true infidelity, because it contains my heart.
We’re lost in each other when I hear, “Luca,” whispered loudly by Dante. He’s coming up the stairs. Gretchen’s hands push against my chest and shove hard as she squirms away from me.
