Are you sure, little Saint
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Serafina’s Pov ♡
“Sister Serafina.” His voice drifted low and rough into my ear. Heat rushed to my cheeks and like a child that had just been caught stealing, I hurriedly pulled down my habit to cover my body.
“I–its not wh…” I tried to say, but the excuse hung in my throat. What should I say?
How do I explain to him what I was doing after he had just caught me with my fingers deep in my p***y, my creamy juices dripping down my hands?
“Would you care to explain what you were doing?” He asked in a hoarse voice and I flinched. All this time, I had tried to avoid his icy gaze on my guilty ones, but when I surrendered, and I finally looked up, I felt a deep anger rushing into me.
A look of apprehension sat on his face, molding it into that of a person with strict discipline.
Wasn't it him I caught gripping his c**k just free hours ago like an animal who had been s*x-starved for years?
What right does he have to look at me with so much judgement?
“It's none of your business!” I spat as I tried to tuck my leg back into shoes, ready to stand up and leave.
“Oh it is, little Saint,” he retorted in a chill voice. “And where do you think you're going?” His voice sounded… closer?
And truly, when I looked up, I found him standing barely a foot away from me.
My eyes widened, and I opened my mouth to speak. “Wh-what are you doing?” I shifted away from him and then winced when my back hit the wall.
“You can't possibly think that I'll find you moaning out my man's whole you f**k your drenched p***y, your legs wide open like you're throwing a direct invitation to anyone who is willing to watch you…entertain you,” he said in a hostess voice, his body now inches away from mine as he leaned down to gold my chin, and then brought my face close to his own.
“Isn't this what you wanted, little saint?” He rasped. “Isn't this the exact same scene from the fantasy you created in that little head of yours?”
His eye bore into mine and from where I was sitting, our noses almost touching, I could see a small hint of silver ring in his blue orbs.
God! This man was beyond handsome. He was gorgeous. An ethereal beauty I had never beholded in my life before…until now.
“N-no. No you're mistaken,” I stammered, but deep rosy cheeks were enough evidence of my mortification.
How could he read me so well? How did he know what I was imagining?
Did I moan his name out loud?
Fuck…
He watched me in amusement, and then chuckled, the sound sending vibrations through my gift which then ended in the most sensitive part of my p***y. I felt the throb more intensely this time and I jerked, but managed to stifle the moan back.
“f**k…look at how you react to me?” He smiled as he let his other hand grab the ending of my habit and pulled it up, and then proceeded to trail his thick rough fingers on my smooth skin.
“Ahh…” I couldn't hold back the moan this time. My body perched up as I felt him go down that familiar trail I always used every night when his image was becoming too overwhelming in my head.
“Stop…stop,” I whimpered as his hand palmed my p***y from my undies.
He chuckled again, his eyes saw the way my hips rolled. “Are you sure, little Saint?”
He rubbed it back and forth, occasionally pressing my c**t and causing my entire body to tremble from the intense pleasure I was feeling.
“Oh .ahhh…”
“You're such a dirty little Saint, aren't you?” He groaned and then slapped the flesh. I cried out loud. I had to expect he would do that. And when I opened my eyes to glare at him, he was holding a big grin on his face.
There was no doubt that he was enjoying what he was doing. My need for him, my embarrassment and how naughty I was reacting to his touch.
Fucking bastard!
“
“You ran last night,” he murmured into my ears, his breath stirring the veil at my neck.
My hands tightened on the bench, as I found my body leaving traitorously towards him.
“I- I saw something I shouldn’t have.”
“Did you?” His other hand brushed my arm—barely a touch, but my skin ignited. “Or did you see exactly what you came looking for?”
I looked up at him. His eyes had gotten dark. His lips curved, wickedly.
Arrogant bastard.
“You were—” I swallowed. “In the chapel alcove. Touching yourself.”
“And you watched.” His gaze dropped to my mouth. “You stood there, little saint, with your thighs clenched, breathing like you were the one coming.”
Heat flooded my face and then moved lower. His hand was no longer on my p***y, but I could still feel him there, hovering over the soft mound of flesh, teasing me…
“I didn’t–x
“Don’t lie in God’s space.” He leaned in, his voice a low growl. “I smelled you. Your arousal. It was sweet and wet. You wanted to touch yourself right there, didn’t you?”
My n*****s hardened again, and I felt blood rush up there, making me dizzy.
I hated how right he was.
“Tell me to stop,” he whispered.
His thumb pushed into my mouth, tasting like salt and something deeply masculine. Something that made my head hazy with need.
I sucked it without thinking.
He groaned, low and filthy, the sound making me even more wetter.
“Good girl.”
He pulled it out, we
t and shining, and trailed it down my throat, between my breasts, stopping just above my belt.
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