But then the fire in her eyes, the way her walls clenched around me like she was pulling my soul into her depths, snapped something irrevocable. I surged forward, slamming into her with a force that rattled the confessional's thin walls, the wood creaking under the assault.
'Jesus Christ,' I groaned, my voice raw, hips pistoning like a man possessed.
Her legs wrapped around my waist, heels digging into my ass, urging me on. The booth was a furnace now, sweat pouring down my back, mixing with hers as our bodies slid together in slick, frantic rhythm. I captured her mouth again, devouring her with a kiss that was all teeth and tongue, biting her lip until she yelped into me, the sound vibrating straight to my balls.
'You're mine now, you filthy temptress,' I rasped against her swollen lip
