I whimper. Because I want more.
He growls into my lips and pulls me tighter against his body. I moan into his sinful lips, and I brazenly push and swirl my tongue against his. Sin tastes good. He tastes good. His muscles clench tight, and suddenly, I can feel something… hard against my tummy. I’m confused, until suddenly, with a whimpered gasp, I know what it is.
Preacher Gabriel is hard, and he’s hard for me.
He grinds into me, and this time, his hand tightens on my butt. He pulls me against him and shifts, and suddenly, his muscled thigh is pushing between my legs. I moan, and suddenly, he’s right there between my thighs.
…His thigh is against me there, right through my panties.
I gasp, pulling away from his mouth as the pure pleasure blooms through me. My heads drops back, my eyes squeezed shut in sinful ecstasy as Gabriel grinds into me. His thick erection throbs hard against me, and his thigh clenches as he rubs me through my panties. I can feel the slick, wet heat of my arousal soaking through the cotton, and my face burns, because I’m sure he can feel it too.
His mouth finds my neck, and I cry out when his lips and his teeth drag hotly over my tender skin there. His fingers push into my hair, tangling in my blonde locks as he grabs my butt and kisses my neck in a way I didn’t know skin could be kissed. His thigh grinds into me, over and over, until suddenly, I feel it—the same wicked, throbbing, slowly-building fire deep inside. It’s the same feeling I had an hour ago in my bedroom, when I was… touching myself.
And this time, it’s him bringing me there.
His mouth moves up my neck, and he growls as he captures my lips again. He kisses me deeply, sending a thrill jolting through my core. He rubs my—my… pussy through my soaked panties with his thigh, and God help me, I start to push back. I rub against him, and I feel myself start to fall as I give myself to sin.
The pressure builds, and the fire burns hotter, and I’m rapidly approaching that place I was before, in my room. But suddenly, my eyes open, and I gasp.
I’m looking right up at the back wall of his pulpit stage and staring right back at me is a picture of Jesus on the Cross.
…It’s like throwing ice-water on a fire.
With a gasp, I bolt back away from him, almost tripping over my feet until I do actually fall over right onto my butt. I scramble and kick with my feet until I’m back on my feet, and I quickly look up to see him looking at me with a hard, fierce gaze. My chest heaves and my blood runs hot like liquid fire as I slowly back away from him, panting and shivering.
“Delilah,” he growls.
“Stay away,” I gasp. “Please, just…” I swallow the lump in my throat, and I wrap my arms around myself as I back away in horror.
“I have to go.”
My eyes lock onto him once more, drinking in the sinful sight of his gorgeous body and haunting eyes.
“Delilah,” he growls again. “Wait.”
“I—no, Gabriel,” I gasp quietly. “No.”
I turn, and I run. I run clear across the grassy field, my heart racing and my body trembling in shock and excitement and fear.
There’s a song I’ve heard on the radio in Papa’s garage before: “The Devil Came Down to Georgia.” I’ve always liked the tune, but now, I know what it really means. Now, I know that temptation and sin cloaks itself irresistibly, and insidiously worms its way into your very soul.
The Devil came down to Georgia, all right. His name is Gabriel Marsden, and he’s sunk his claws and forked tongue deep into my soul.
But the worst of it is?
Well, the worst of it is, I’m not sure I altogether dislike how his claws feel.