“What are you thinking?” I pushed it towards her.
“Terrible things,” she said.
“Impure thoughts?”
“The only kind I have anymore.”
“Let them in.”
Her eyes widened. “But…”
“Think about what you want. What thought punishes you the most? Which one aches inside you? I want you to focus on it. Hold it in your mind. Together, we’ll master it.”
She looked away. “I want a lot of things, Father.”
“Tell me.”
“Well…the cake is probably the most innocent.”
I hoped she would say that. “Then you will have cake.”
I reached for a fork, but my hand stilled. Why only test the weak? Why not ensure I was still strong enough to guide the angel who needed my help?
I broke a piece of the cake from the thick slice. It fit within my fingers with a blasphemous familiarity. The motion was reflexive. I fought to deny the instinct to bless the dessert.
After all, if it were made at her hand, it was already consecrated.
I held the cake before her. Her lips already parted for more than a quiet breath.
Honor was a good Catholic girl, devout and practiced. She needed no instruction.
I offered her the bite, and her mouth opened just wide enough to set the piece upon the pink tease of her tongue. She bowed her head and took the offering from my hand.
Our own communion .
The cake dissolved without a single bite, just as she had been taught. Her throaty whisper groaned as rich as the chocolate.
“Amen.”
I prayed this wouldn’t send us to hell.
Once wasn’t enough. She licked her lip, catching any crumbs which might have slipped from my fingers. Her eyes rose, the almond surprise waiting for my next offering.
I wanted this woman too much. I wanted to praise, protect, and save her from herself…
Only so I could desecrate her with my own desires.
My cock hardened, vulgar and unwelcomed. It flexed against the pants beneath my cassock. Usually, I’d relax in sweats at home. Tonight, knowing she would be here, I wore the robes as my shield and armor.
It did nothing to alleviate the strain.
That addictive, sinful need.
I offered her a second bite of the cake. Messier than the last. She captured a stray crumb with a flick of her tongue.
She giggled. Such a freeing, dangerous little tease. I longed to hear more than her giggle.
The third chunk of the cake was bigger, slathered with a thick glob of icing. It layered my fingers, and Honor opened for the bite. I held it away from her mouth.
“What type of cake is this?” I asked.
Honor squirmed, her fingers tangled in a dress that covered too much and too little of her curves. She swallowed, timidly, before meeting my gaze.
“Chocolate.”
That wasn’t the full answer. I arched an eyebrow. She twisted.
“I realized after I made it that it’s actually…devil’s food.”
Of course it was. Nothing this sweet could exist without sin.
Just as my angel waited, breath held, little tempting tongue swiping over her full lips, a darkness teased us both. A shadow. A pulse.
This was dangerous.
And yet I lowered the cake to her lips. I watched, enraptured, as she hummed a pleased sigh and allowed me to feed her the delicious bite of Heaven that’d send us both to hell. The icing coated my fingers. Honor stared at me. She took the bite greedily, then her lips gently closed over my fingers.
The soft brush of her tongue licked the icing from me. Her mouth was warm, silken, and utterly forbidden.
I shuddered, imagining more than just my fingers between her lips. The velvet fullness enveloped me. She sucked to my first knuckle, completely devoted to her task. She offered me the briefest thrill, the darkest passion, and the most sensual experience of my life.
Her tongue stroked my skin as though she worshiped every inch of me.
This was sin. This was beautiful. This was agony.
I pulled away, my body wracked in disappointed pain. Honor swallowed the cake, and the smallest bit of icing dabbed her lip. I stopped her before she licked it.
My turn to taste.
I leaned close and flicked my tongue against her lip. The sweetness of the chocolate had nothing on the delicious pleasure of her kiss.
Chocolate depravity.
I forced her thighs apart so I could slip closer against her. I drew her nearer to my body, and her chest pressed against me. With a heavenly murmur, Honor welcomed me within her mouth as our tongues swirled in sweet discovery.
Her dress slipped up, settling above her knee.
My hands trembled, so near her smooth heated skin. She wanted my touch, and her whimper cascaded shivers through me. The sensation tightened at the base of my spine before aching in the places I long banished as sin.
My cock throbbed. Strained against the pants.