Ronan's POV
The last parishioner had left hours ago. The nave was dark except for the red sanctuary lamp flickering above the tabernacle.
I locked the side door, slipped the key into my cassock pocket, and walked back down the center aisle. My c**k was already half-hard beneath the black fabric, anticipation tightening every muscle.
Anne waited exactly where I had told her to wait,on the top step of the altar, knees together, hands folded in her lap like a penitent. The dress she wore was modest, but I knew she was bare underneath. She always was when she came to me.
I climbed the steps slowly, letting my shoes echo on the marble. When I reached her I didn’t speak. I simply grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked her head back so she had to look up at me.
“Open your mouth.”
She obe
