“Slow down, my sweet,” I purred in the priest’s ear.
His eyes widened; embarrassment flooded his cheeks like fever.
“Forgive me… I… I’ve never—”
“I know,” I whispered, guiding his trembling hand along my stomach, then higher, then lower. “Which is why I’ll show you… teach you… lead you.”
His breathing broke into little stutters. The moment his palm closed over my hardened n*****s he whimpered softly, and when my fingers guided him further down, into the heat between my legs, he bit his lip like a man drowning. His innocence, his desire, his absolute surrender to temptation—gods, it fueled me more than the act of feeding ever had.
I kissed him deeply, tasting the desperation he fought and the holiness he tried to cling to. His tongue trembled against mine. He was already giving in.
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