24
Rue
Dryas carries me to his wing of rooms, his mouth on my neck and my collarbone almost the whole way. He tosses me down on a strange bed, coming down on top of me. For once in my life, I don’t think of the repercussions. I don’t think of all the things Father Derrik would say. Mental images of the flames of Hell are far from my mind.
I just urge him on further by wrapping my legs tightly around his torso and feeling the hot press of his c**k against the seam of my body. He buries his face in my neck, biting and sucking, leaving a trail of what is sure to be bruises behind. My whole body feels so alive right now, so responsive to his slightest touch.
Dryas palms one of my breasts, shaping it through the light linen of my strapless sundress. I let out a low sound of pure need when h
