Between You, Me and God

Prologue

A Sacrament of Lust

Cassian

I tightened the rosary beads around her trembling wrists, binding her hands into a prayer that defied everything holy.

The scent of melted wax and faint incense clung to the air.

Flickering candlelight illuminated her brown skin and breathtaking face.

The cathedral’s opulence was staggering—golden chalices, marble floors, and ornate carvings—but none of it compared to the treasure kneeling before me.

She was more than beautiful—she was the embodiment of every temptation ever whispered in the dark.

She was the Psalm I could not stop singing, and her body served as an altar for carnal sin.

God, forgive me, but she is my religion now.

I lifted my gaze to the massive gold crucifix on the wall. The figure of Christ stared down at us with an expression I couldn’t bear to interpret.

This cathedral was far too pure for what I was about to do. It had heard prayers for salvation, but tonight, it would echo with cries of sinful worship.

Profane.

Forbidden.

Blasphemous.

If the congregation knew, they would whisper in scandalous tones, their prayers laced with judgment, their faith rattled by the fall of their trusted shepherd.

But none of that mattered anymore.

Not the vows.

Not the guilt.

Not the shame clawing at the edges of my resolve.

Only her.

And there was no going back now, no absolution for what I was about to do.

Yet may every thrust be a prayer.

Every gasp a confession.

Until all that existed was the two of us.

Tangled in this unholy sacrament.

Teetering on the edge of ruin.

Did the angels above weep?

Or would they watch my fall from grace, wishing they too could cum?

I hovered above her for a moment, letting the heat of her skin sear into my flesh.

Then, I licked my lips and gazed down at her. “You are mine.”

She shivered.

“Not anyone else’s. Not even God’s.” I sneered. “But all Mine.”