I came back.
Of course, I did.
How could I not?
I was still sore from yesterday. Still leaking his c*m. Still marked by the way his hands bruised my thighs and his c**k made me scream into the altar.
But I wanted more.
I needed it.
This time, I didn’t sneak in. I walked through the heavy church doors like I belonged there. My heels echoed across the marble floor. No panties. Just a loose sundress—soft enough to slide up with one tug.
He was already waiting by the altar.
Black shirt.
No collar.
Eyes dark with need.
“You came back,” he murmured.
I walked straight to him. “You told me to.”
He pulled me in by the waist and kissed me like he was claiming every part of me all over again. His tongue tangled with mine, his hands slipping down to cup my ass, lifting my dress.
I moaned
