Page 82 of Judgment Day

“And you?”

She peered up at me beneath thick lashes, her blue eyes like a siren dragging me out to their seas. “I’m fine.” She swallowed. “This place kind of freaks me out.” She coughed a quiet laugh. “I don’t know if I’ll ever look at churches the same again.”

I dusted the back of my finger along the side of her face. “We can leave.”If we don’t, I’m going to fuck your sweet mouth right here in this holy place.

“No,” she snapped. “I want you to take it away. I need you to make me forget. Give me something new to think about when I see candles and altars and crosses.”

She needed this. She needed the escape from the memories and from the pain. And I needed to give it to her. Knowing Lincoln was okay gave her hope. Being with him gave her comfort. But he couldn’t give her this. That could only come from me right now.Thatwas why she needed us both.

“What did you have in mind?” I ran my finger over her lips. This was her call.

“You know what I need. You always do,” she whispered. “Please, Grey.” Her words were like a prayer, sent up from an angel on her knees to her god.

I fucking lost it. The tiny thread of restraint I’d been holding onto since last night in that waiting room snapped. My hand flew to my pants, unfastening the button and tugging on the zipper. “Open your mouth.”

Her breath hitched as I pulled out my cock, then she parted her lips.

Fuck.

I would say I was going to Hell for this, but I’d had one foot in the fire for years.

Lyric slid her mouth down the length of my cock. Her velvet tongue stroked the underside as she swallowed me whole. My fingers threaded in her hair, guiding her down, down, down. She looked fucking divine from this angle, the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen.

“That’s it, dove.” I pushed all the way to the back of her throat. “Take it like a good girl.” I slid all the way out to the tip, then thrust back in again. And again, hitting that sweet spot every fucking time. Her throat squeezed my cock when she swallowed, and I almost came right then and there. “Holy fuck.” I brought my hand to the front of her throat, collaring her with my palm and fingers. “Do you feel that?” I pushed in deep, deep, deeper, until I felt myself against my hand from the inside out. “Feel how deep I am?” I pulled out and slammed into her again. I hissed. Growled. Almost came. “Feel how well you take it?”

Tears streamed down her face. Saliva leaked from the sides of her mouth around my dick, trickling over her chin. It was fucking perfect.Shewas fucking perfect. She sucked harder, working her tongue, her mouth, and her throat.

I pulled back, bringing a trail of spit and precum from her mouth to my tip. “Not yet,” I said as I stepped backward and sat on the first pew. I lifted my hips, yanking my pants all the way down, then patted my thigh. “Come here.”

She hurried over and straddled me like the good fucking girl she was.

“That’s it. Right fucking there,” I said as I eased her panties to the side, licking my lips at her pretty pink pussy, at the way it already glistened because she was so damn wet. I grabbed my cock and positioned it between her lips. “Ride it.”

She sucked in a breath.

“I’m not going to fuck you, sweet girl.” I couldn’t, not yet, not until she was completely healed.

I pushed up, gliding my dick along her slit, watching as my cock was sandwiched between her swollen folds and my tight stomach. The tip was so big, so swollen, so thick. I lowered my ass back down. Slid back up. Rubbing my hard length against her clit, sliding it between her lips. She rocked herself against me, her hips moving in rhythm with mine. “That’s it. Just like that.”

She shuddered. Pressed harder, pushing my dick against my stomach. “Shit, Grey,” she panted. “Holy shit.” She rocked and writhed and fucked without fucking.

My veins burned with the need to come. I slid my hand between her breasts and up to her throat, gripping her there just hard enough to force her to look upward. Her eyes closed. Her lips parted, moaning my name like a prayer. Her breaths were labored.

This was heaven. In this place of prayer and healing, I was saved.

She gripped the back of the pew on each side of my head, bounced faster, pressed harder, rubbing sweet, sweet friction against her clit. “Fuck. Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck.” With her head thrown back, her hair hanging down her back and her hands clenching the bench, she came. Her thighs quivered against me. Her whole body shook.

“You’re an angel. My perfect fucking angel.” Fallen, with broken wings and a beautiful voice that sang when she came—butmine, sent to save me. I pressed my fingers into her throat, thrust my hips up one final time, and came with a hiss.

She dropped her head against my shoulder. Her fingers toyed with the hair at the nape of my neck while she caught her breath.

Lyric was everything beautiful and perfect in this twisted, fucked-up world. She embraced my darkness, welcomed it, challenged it. And I’d almost lost her. I’d never felt so fucking helpless. I owed her a happily ever after. I’d promised her a lifetime of protection on our wedding day, and I would die keeping that vow. I wanted to give her another wedding, more vows, every fucking promise I could think of. I wanted to give her everything.

I nuzzled my face in her hair. “I love you, sweet dove.” I kissed the side of her head. “I love you so fucking much.”

FORTY NINE

It had been three months,and my chest still pounded at the thought of almost losing her. She was with me now, officially moved in. Linc and the fucking dog, too.

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