Maren’s POV
He lays me down on the altar on my back. Both of us soaking from the baptistry, water pooling on the stone beneath me, dripping off his body onto mine.
The cold stone against my wet skin makes my n*****s tighten, and he watches that happen with eyes that have gone completely dark with lust.
He reaches for his collar. Unbuckles it from his own throat for the first time, and holds it in his hand, looking at it like he’s saying goodbye to someone.
Then he wraps it around my neck, buckles it, and adjusts it so the white band sits snug against my throat.
I’m wearing a priest’s collar while lying naked on his altar with his c*m still drying on my face and his baptismal water still dripping from my body.
The blasphemy of it sends a wave of heat through me so intense my back arch
