I poured more lubrication across her, taking my fingers through the slickness and bringing it back to the last place on her body I hadn’t fucked. Slowly, I sank one finger inside her arse, grunting at her soft moan. I worked her open, adding a second digit and timing my movements with the thrusts of my other hand. Only when she was writhing and dripping for me did I pull the candle free of her cunt before positioning it over the tight ring of her arse.
She sucked in a sharp breath, then whispered, “Yes, please.”
Watching in tense fascination, I breached her with the wax pillar, imagining it was my cock and nearly spilling myself as I did. Fuck, I couldn’t take this much longer. I only fucked her arse with the candle for a moment before pulling the damned thing out and tossing it aside. I was done letting her get pleasure from anything other than my body.
She was breathless, writhing, her eyes closed as she tried to suck in the air she so desperately needed. Grasping her by the hips, I drove into her pussy in one hard thrust.
“Caleb!”
Her perfect cunt gripped me so tight, her muscles already fluttering with her impending climax. I’d kept us both on edge for so long; I knew this would be quick and dirty. But I didn’t care. I just wanted to hear her scream my name again, the sound of it echoing around the empty church. Casting away the memories that haunted me and rechristening this holy place as ours.
I fucked her ruthlessly, holding her wide open as I drove in and out. Full round tits bounced with each thrust, the sight erotic and tantalizing as her walls tightened around me and she came with a sob.
More.I need more of this. Forever.
“Caleb, I want you in my ass. You promised.”
Lord have mercy. I pulled out and poured a liberal amount of oil into my palm, slicking it over my length before lining up against her tiny hole. “Tell me if it’s too much.”
“Stop talking and give me what I need, husband.”
That did it. I was a man possessed as she used that name for me. I pressed inside with the control of a saint, watching her for any sign of pain. But she writhed and moaned, her eyes rolling back in her head, and God help me, the woman came again as I sheathed myself to the hilt.
“So tight and hot. Fuck, Sunday.”
“I need you to move. Please, I need more.”
“I’ll give you everything, Mrs. Gallagher. All you need do is ask.”
“Caleb.”
I began thrusting in earnest, pumping my cock into her and barely able to see straight from the pleasure. But I was a greedy man, and I didn’t want to finish without hearing her climax one more time. Reaching down, I pinched her swollen nub, giving her a bite of pain to help her reach her pinnacle.
“Fuck, Caleb.”
She detonated once more, her muscles squeezing me like a fucking vise and sending me right over the cliff with her.
She was mine. I was hers. And as I came down from my high and the world returned to focus, instead of seeing the remnants of a life I’d ruined, of the town I’d devastated, I saw only her and the life we’d created.
Sunday was my second chance.
I couldn’t change what I’d done, but I wouldn’t live in the guilt any longer either. This woman, this incredible, infuriating woman, had reminded me that forgiveness was possible. Even for someone like me.
What better proof of the divine could there be?
ChapterTwenty-Five
THORNE
Two weeks since Sunday’s abduction
Isat up on the verge of orgasm, heart racing, skin tingling from the echoes of whatever the bloody hell that was. My cock was a length of steel, my balls tight and full, heavy with unsatisfied arousal. I could smell her still, taste her, feel the softness of her skin and the slick evidence of need between her thighs.
“Sunday,” I moaned, palming my dick. “Fuck, I miss you.”
It had been ages since I’d felt her like that. I’d been trying to meet her in her dreams since the night she’d left, but she’d been closed off from me. Until tonight. My imagination was vivid, but even on its best day, I couldn’t have conjured upthat. Which meant it was real. I’d connected with her.
That bit of hope skated through my veins, burning me from the inside out. I closed my eyes and laid back against my pillow, searching for her through the fog of lust still gripping me. If I could break through while I was conscious, maybe I could pinpoint her location.