Page 25 of CHASE: Captive to the Dark

Chase dove forward, covering my mouth with his palm. “That’s all I needed to hear. I am just a man. Tonight, I’m your man.”

My eyes closed and I tried to break his hold, but he stayed with my face as I moved. The bed shifted and I jumped as the tray was kicked from the mattress. Glass shattered in the background and my lids flew open, widening as I was faced with that dominating look again.

“Don’t you dare close your eyes again.” He stretched his legs out behind him and his weight once again registered. Still, he held my mouth. “Let go of who I am. For once…” He shook his head, flexing his jaw. “See me. The one before you. Not as what I represent. Just as me.”

Pain flashed for only a moment, but even with me seeing his profile, I read him so clear, it left my stomach churning. How would it be to wake up in a life I didn’t feel was my own? To have vows and responsibilities I couldn’t remember asking for? He’d led that life now for months. But he didn’t seem to want it. Not anymore, anyway. Did that make this justifiable? Even a little?

My legs lifted to wrap around his waist and a piece of me became heavy inside. Maybe I knew this was a mistake. Chase’s memories would no doubt come back someday and when they did, he’d have to deal with this. As for me, I’d never see the outcome. Tomorrow, I’d return to Florida and go on with school and work. My night with a crazy, hot priest would become a memory. One I had a feeling was going to stay for quite some time.

Chase met my eyes and his hand disappeared just in time for his lips to meet mine. Although my chest ached, I pushed away my guilt and tried to get myself to look past the white collar he’d only been wearing days ago. Days…had it been so soon since we’d first met? It didn’t seem like it. Not after everything we’d been through together. Chase had seen more of my body than anyone had. He’d done things I’d only fantasized about. And here we were, strangers, linked by some driving force neither of us understood.

Fingers pushed into the hair at the base of my neck and I breathed in deep as he broke from my lips and moved to run his tongue down the outline of my ear. Teeth tugged at my earlobe before moving further down my neck.

Tighter, his hand grasped me, and impatience took the front seat as my hips rotated. A small growl left him, feeding my arousal even more. To see how much he wanted this flipped a switch within me. Out of all the boys I’d made out with, none had reacted with such an insatiable need. Chase had hurt me on that St. Andrews cross, all the while, the pleasure in him doing so went both ways. It was foreplay, for both of us, and we knew it. Even when I fought, I couldn’t deny the fire between our actions. It was a great glimpse into a forbidden life neither of us could have. Had we met under normal circumstances and he’d have been a normal man, this would have turned into a dream come true. But we hadn’t, and he wasn’t just someone I met at a club.

Fuck, I could see how this was going to turn out so clearly. At some point, I was going to be one of Chase’s biggest regrets and it killed me. This wasn’t how I wanted to remember my first time, but I didn’t want to stop either. This conflicted priest had my body burning more than if I’d already been cast to the pits of hell. Stopping was impossible.

“You taste so good. You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do this. From the moment I saw you. There was something about our connection.”

Pressure traveled up my side and my head lifted while I watched Chase lower and cup my breast. Suction drew my nipple into his mouth and my eyes rolled in pleasure as I dropped back to the bed, arching through the graze of his teeth over the hard nub.

“I’m going to make you feel good, little one. You’re going to remember what I can bring you, and you’re going to accept this.”

Again, he sucked against me. His words, combined with the endearment, formed an odd comfort I hadn’t known in as long as I could remember. It held strength, certainty, and I believed when he said I’d get over this. That’s what accepting our situation was, wasn’t it? I’d go back and know he’d be okay with carrying this dirty little secret?

As his other hand loosened from around my neck and made a path toward my other breast, I noticed his fingertips weren’t leaving my skin. He could have lifted to grab me, but he didn’t react in hasty movements. He let my body experience his touch with each shift in attention. The tingling sensations made me come alive even more.

Back and forth he went, sucking and nibbling. The slight squeezing while he added the hint of pain from his teeth caused my legs to tighten around his ass, pulling his hard cock into me more. Eager, I jerked at the cuffs, trying to reach him. The burn of his short nails raking down my side had me gasping.

“Patience. It’ll pay off.”

Patience? How could he say that in a moment like this? I couldn’t think, more or less try to restrain myself.

“Please.”

Pressure gripped the side of my waist and in a slow pace, he brought his other hand down to the opposite side. Barely existent, his lips traveled from between my cleavage to just above my belly button. The swirl of his tongue made a cry almost surface, but I held it in while he traveled even lower.

“Father?” The word slipped free and I swallowed hard, raising my head and meeting his eyes. They held no anger like I thought they would at my slip. More…lust?

“Yes, child?” Still, he moved, not breaking our connection as his lips pressed into my lower stomach. My breath came out in heavy exhales while I watched the epitome of what was meant to be good stare up at me, tainted with corruption. He loved this. Loved playing the Father and addressing me as a priest would. Yet…he was seducing me, and it was the role he’d adapted and embraced.

A moan escaped and I shook my head. “We’re going to hell,” I said, moving my hips to bring my pussy closer to his face. I couldn’t help it. This was so wrong it was right.

“You have to sin to be saved. Say it again.”

“Father,” I whispered. “Father Harrison.”

He bit his bottom lip and I couldn’t speak as his hands moved down to grasp the lining of my panties at my hips. As he brought them down, his fingertips slid the length of my thighs. The moment they were free of my legs, he broke contact with me for the first time to remove his clothes. Tattoos covered almost every inch of his stomach, arms, and chest. They went down his waist, disappearing behind the material of his pants.

The sound of his belt caught my attention, but I couldn’t turn away from the sculptured perfection before me. His abs flexed while he undid the clasp.

“I have to tell you—”

At the sight of his cock springing free, I couldn’t speak. My mouth turned dry and I tried to swallow past the lump that formed in my throat. Fuck, he was so long and thick. Could I take that? I wasn’t sure how anyone could, virgin or not.

Shifting caused the mattress to move while he tossed his pants to the floor. The ink pulled at my racing thoughts and instead, I focused on the darkness at his shoulders. They were clouds. Angels covered his chest and stomach, wading through black and white swirls with swords drawn. One was bleeding and injured, but it was still in a surging position, as if it were bound to continue until its death. White, bloody wings outstretched in the mix and the entire picture took my breath away. It was real within him.

Chase lowered, crushing his lips into mine. My legs came up, securing around his hips while he rubbed the length of his cock up and down my wet slit. The need to wrap my arms around him had me crying out in frustration.

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