Chapter 43
Boom!
Thunder rolled across the sky, shaking the old parish.
Her scream broke my heart, jolting me to my reality.
Sayuri. That scream was hers.
“Sayuri?” My heart jumped. She was up, trembling and drenched in fear. “Are you okay? What’s wrong?”
“I need to talk to you, Jed…I need to—”
The lights flickered and died.
Darkness swallowed everything, and she screamed louder. I didn’t hesitate. I jumped out of bed and stumbled to find her in the pitch black.
She jumped into my arms when she felt my arms. She was shivering violently, her entire body uncontrolled with sobs.
“I… I can’t…I can’t see!” Her words were ragged, broken, and laced with sheer panic. “I can’t see! They come in the darkness. They’ll come for me…”
Oh, my love…
I held her close, pressing my chest to hers, allowing her to feel my heartbeat. I was in my boxers, but she didn’t pull away from my naked chest. She held onto me even tighter.
“Shh…it’s okay, Mortifera. I’ve got you. No one will hurt you when you are in my arms.” I murmured.
Her tiny body shook against mine, but with my words, it became a little less violent.
“It’s okay. You’re safe. I’ve got you. You trust me, remember? Follow me, Sayuri.”
She clung to me as if I were the only thing keeping her from falling apart. I lifted her, careful not to jostle her too much, and carefully navigated my way down the stairs and to the door outside.
The moonlight outside shone down on us, and even as rain soaked our nightclothes, she looked up at the sky and smiled.
“I told you I’ve got you. Just hold on tight, okay?”
She listened, nuzzling her face into my neck and allowing me to carry her to the truck.
I put her inside and buckled her seatbelt. She didn’t ask where I was taking her.
She knew where it was. She would be safe.
When we reached the church, I parked the car and looked over at her, her eyes wide and confused.
“Just, trust me, okay? I got you. Come on, baby. Let’s get inside.”
Following behind me, Sayuri kept on my heels while I unlocked the chapel doors and pushed them open.
It wasn’t the warmest in here, but I made a work of grabbing my lighter in the back and lighting each and every single candle along the aisles and along the altar.
Their glow warmed the space and painted her face in flickering gold.
I wasn’t paying attention to the flame in my hand, and a drop of wax hit my skin.
“Fuck!”
The sear was sharp and hot, and I hissed with my curse, but the little minx actually laughed at me.
I raised my brows at her and gave her a wicked smile that she surprisingly returned.
“You want my pain, Mortifera?” I teased, my voice low, grinning despite the burn on my hand.
“I want…” she whispered, slowly walking toward me by the altar. “All of you, ōkami.”
Something deep in my chest ripped and grew at the same time.
“Yeah?” I said, my breath hitching on the syllables. “Then take me.”
Sayuri was so calm and composed. This side of her made my head spin. She took the candle from my hand and set it down on the altar, leading me forward and laying me down on the hard slab of granite.
“What are you—”
“Shhh. Quiet Father. I don’t have words. I want your sin.”
I about ate my damn tongue, and my dick nearly broke through my underwear.
“May I?”
She had her hands hovering over the hem, and I swallowed thickly.
Am I ready for this? For her? Always.
I had to try.
I was going to fuck my acolyte on my very own altar.
“I’m yours, Sayuri. I always have been…”
My words seemed to undo her, the way her soft gasps undid me.
She was careful with my clothing, sliding it down my legs and folding it on the podium beside us.
“You have to feel hell before you can heaven, Jedidiah.”
I swallowed again. “Are you an angel or the devil?”
She laughed at that and grabbed the candle. “Both, ōkami. Both. We all have good and evil in our blood. It is simply how we choose to use it…”
That was true enough.
“Close your eyes, ōkami. Let me show you how I choose to inflict my wickedness.”
Holy fuck.
I obeyed her demand and waited, but all I felt was her presence, warm and steady.
“Ah!”
The wax. She poured the hot liquid onto my skin, and the burn was…euphoric.
A moan escaped my lips, and my eyes shot open to stare at her.
“Fuck, Mortifera. What are you doing to me?”
She looked entranced as she leaned down and used her tongue to move the hardened wax, dragging her wet tongue over the red mark it left.
The combination of pain and pleasure was overwhelming, and I groaned again.
“You have made me burn for you for so long, ōkami, now you too will burn for me.”
I always have.
I kept my mouth shut, letting my devlish angel inflict her torture on me.
Each drip stung worse than the last, but the warmth of her tongue soothing the burn had me precoming all over my legs.
“Fuck—this is too much. Sayuri, I’ll—”
I couldn’t focus. One minute she was pouring wax on my body, and the next, she was carefully pulling off her clothes.
“God, you are gorgeous. I can’t focus. So fucking beautiful.”
Her smile was radiant behind the candlelight.
“I need to feel you, Jedidiah.”
I couldn’t breathe, I could only nod.
Her soft body climbed on top of me on the altar, and her uncaged pussy was drenched. She was so fucking damning.
“Do whatever you want to me, Mortifera. I am yours. I choose you over my God. I always have.”
Sayuri wiggled her hips, brushing her clit against the base of my cock, and we both gasped.
Candle wax fell onto her chest, dripping down to land on my hips.
We hissed in unison, and I rocked her hips into me again.
The wax seared me again, but the heat of her body made me numb to the pain of the burn.
For so long, I craved that burn. I needed the pain to erase my past, but now…
This chaotic woman has turned my need to burn not into a punishment but…
A reward.
Not pain.
Love.
“I love you.” I blurted like a dumbass, and she froze.
“Jedidiah…”
I shook my head and winced at the damn wax falling again from the action.
“You don’t need to say anything. I just…I just needed you to know that.”
Sayuri’s eyes welled with tears and spilled over like a dam breaking.
“I…I love you too, ōkami…and I choose you too. There is no other for me. You are my god.”
Her words broke me.
My entire life, I had worn a mask to hide who I was.
I ran from lies and pain.
And now here is a woman who has seen me at my worst and chosen to love me.
I picked up my body and positioned myself at her entrance, the heat burning my cock and the damn candle, spilling onto us over and over.
“Please. My love. Let me show the angels how loud you scream from your priest.”
Sayuri couldn’t speak. Her little squeak of surprise made me smile, but I waited. I needed her permission.
“Yes, ōkami. Okashite.”
I knew those words from her little rom coms.
Her pussy gripped my cock so tightly that alone felt painful.
Slowly at first, I rocked my hips into hers, meeting her rhythm and allowing her to take me slowly.
When she was fully seated, I felt the devil consume me.
“Let me hear you scream, Sayuri. Show me how you damn a holy man to hell.”
Her body rocked back and forth, the fucking wax coating us as she fucked me.
I couldn’t breathe, the burn, the pleasure, the heat. All of it was overwhelming, and I was burning for her in every way possible.
Sayuri.
The love of my life.
“Oh, Jed! Kuso! Yes, break me. mmm..yes…I need more…”
Why was Japanese so hot in curses?
“I’ll break you, baby. You are gonna split in two from my cock. Hold on tight.”
She did, the candle slipped free of her hands, the remaining liquid raining down on our joined bodies, linking us like a bind from the hardened wax.
“Come for me, Mortifera. I wanna feel your orgasm before I spill mine inside you.”
Sayuri continued to rock back and forth, grinding when my fingers found her little clit to push her further.
I was so close I couldn’t take it.
“Come for me, baby. You are going to make me lose myself.”
Sayuri smiled like a wicked angel, her breasts bouncing as she rode me like she was intent on stealing my soul.
“Fuck!”
“Oh, ōkami. Yes! Daisuki. Anata ga hitsuyo na no. omae wa ore no mono da!”
I love you. I need you. You belong to me.
I did.
Every piece of my damned soul is hers.
I came with her, and she was shaking when it was over.
We were both coated in wax, come, and sin. I stared at the hard wax, rain, and come covering our bodies and laughed. Alarmed, Sayuri looked at me in confusion, but I couldn’t stop laughing.
“What’s funny, Jed? I’m confused.”
“You said when we first met that your name was Ayakashi. A demon that is a vengeful soul, right?”
Sayuri blinked and nodded. “Yes…but why is this funny?”
I kissed her full on, trying to take back a piece of my soul in the kiss.
Breathless, she pulled back and joined in my laughter.
“You took my soul as you intended, Sayuri. I am yours. But you didn’t account for one thing.”
She sobered enough to look at me, dragging her nails over the wax, making little marks as it broke apart.
“And what’s that, ōkami?”
“You are mine now, too.