Mia.
I wanted more than this. More than just the raw, breathless s*x that left me aching and empty in the quiet after.
Sometimes my mind conveniently forgot he was a priest—bound to the church, to God Himself. But deep down, I figured even the divine might bend a little, sharing what was His if it meant this kind of bliss.
After all, Thorne had claimed me first, shattering my innocence in ways no one else ever could.
He’d f****d me raw, introduced me to tastes and sensations that branded him as mine from that very moment.
And when he took the teaching job at the town college, ensuring he was woven into my days like a secret thread, that sealed it.
He was closer, always closer, turning stolen glances into something inevitable.
My mouth was stuffed with his c**k now, saliva gleami
