Dove
Three Months Later…
Georgia
I died that day. Well, to be exact, Marisol Morales died that night. After Matheo beat Gabriel to death, he released the files given to him to the local police department. With the church compound burned to the ground, there was nothing left to pursue. Everyone in the church died that night. It wasn’t Matheo’s fault; he would have never known about the pact… the true devotion. Nothing prepared the town of Taos for the discovery of all those bodies. Families. Children. The innocent and the guilty, all gone.
As for us, we left New Mexico and headed east, shedding our old lives like the skin of a snake. Matheo became Michael, and I became Paloma. The irony. We settled in a small town in Georgia, far removed from the desert landscapes and the memories that were too painful to carry. The new place offered us the scent of magnolias and Spanish moss; most of all, it offered us a fresh beginning. One I welcome.
Matheo walks out of the shower with his towel wrapped around his waist and beads of water still lingering on his inked chest. His eyes, no longer carrying the haunted look from before, meet mine with a warmth that coils around my heart.
“Morning, little sinner,” he says, his voice rough from sleep.
“Morning,” I murmur, drinking him in like a tall glass of lemonade on a sunny day. The religious ink that adorns his chest, a constant reminder of our past life, seems out of place amidst the peaceful serenity of our new home. The old symbols of faith that once filled him with guilt now merely echo an old chapter of our lives, a book closed and sealed forever.
“Keep staring like that and we might have to delay that morning run you’re so fond of,” he says with a devilish grin that stirs a flutter in my stomach.
I throw him a playful smirk and take another sip of my coffee, its bitter richness melding perfectly with the sweet taste of safety, freedom, and most importantly, love.
“Empty threats, Matheo,” I reply, my eyes sparkling with mischief and the morning light. He laughs, a rich, rolling sound that fills the room with warmth and joy. It is a beautiful sound; one I could spend the rest of my days listening to.
He raises an eyebrow at me, the corner of his mouth pulling up into a teasing smile as he slides the towel from around his waist. Gripping the base of his hard cock, he simply says, “Your call, love.”
I raise an eyebrow, my mischievous smirk deepening as I set my coffee cup down on the kitchen counter. “You’re going to tempt me into sin, Priest,” I say, and the devilish smirk that spreads across his face tells me he is. Slowly, he moves his hand up and down his shaft as he approaches me. “Lay on the counter, I’m hungry.”
Without a word, I comply, my heart racing with anticipation as I perch myself on the cool marble counter. The contrast of cold stone against my warm skin sends a shiver down my spine, but it’s not from the cold. Matheo follows, his gaze burning with desire that matches mine. The sight of him approaching sends a thrilling rush throughout my body, making my heartbeat faster in anticipation. His tattooed chest glistens under the dim kitchen lighting, his muscular arms flexing slightly as he moves towards me. I can’t help but admire the man before me. He is like a prowling panther, powerful and sleek, every muscle beneath that inked skin coiled and ready to pounce .
Without a word, he grips my legs, his fingers warm against my skin, sliding them closer to the edge of the counter. The glint in his eyes and that rapacious smile promise all sorts of wickedness, a sweet sin I am ready to indulge in.
He gently spreads my thighs apart, stepping in between them. His gaze locks onto mine as his tongue traces down my leg, then back up again, leaving a hot trail of anticipation in its wake. His hands slowly move up my body, and my breath hitches as his lips continue their path, leaving a trail of fire.
His hot breath fogs up my skin, his dark eyes never leaving mine, watching me, studying me, as if he were committing every sigh, every shudder to memory. Every nerve ending is on high alert, anticipating his next move, and my devil doesn’t disappoint. Matheo leans in, his breath warm against my inner thigh before descending onto my sensitive skin. He teases me lightly, his tongue doing wicked things that send pleasure coursing through my body. I bite my lip to stifle a moan, my hands clutching the edges of the counter as his teasing grows bolder.
His fingers trace up my inner thigh, his touch feather-light yet setting me on fire. Matheo’s fingers linger at the hem of my nightgown, his dark eyes never leaving mine—a challenge, daring me to deny him. But I am already lost in him, my pulse quickening with every second that passes.
I watch as he slowly pulls the hem up, revealing more of my skin to his greedy gaze. His fingers dance lightly across my bare skin, each touch sending a jolt of electricity through me as his hands trail up my sides. He murmurs, “You are everything a man can only dream of a fantasy incarnate. You have bewitched me, body and soul.”
His voice is dusted with pure desire, heightening the already thick tension between us. His roughened fingers inch over my navel, tracing the delicate curve of my waist, creating a path of goosebumps on my overheated skin. Leaning closer, he brushes his lips against my neck, sending shivers of ecstasy down my spine. “I love you more than I ever thought was possible. ”
“And I you,” I whisper, and that is the absolute truth. I am irrevocably in love with this devil who has stolen my heart and redefined the meaning of passion for me. His smile deepens at my confession, the wicked gleam in his eyes turning tender. A tenderness only meant for me. His hot gaze feels as intimate as his fingers diving under my fragile lace panties, teasingly tracing the wetness pooling there. He gasps in delight, the naughty smile never leaving his face as he confidently pushes a finger inside, making me squirm only to heighten his pleasure.
“You’re so wet,” he whispers, his voice full of arousal, “as if you’ve been waiting for me all along. Needy little thing you are. So needy. ”
I moan softly, unable to deny his claim. “I have,” I admit, feeling a rush of excitement knowing my desire for him matches his for me.
Without missing a beat, he slides another finger inside me, pushing me further past the brink of control. His thumb finds my sensitive bundle of nerves and starts to circle, sending waves of pleasure pulsating through my veins.
“Do you want me?” he asks, his eyes locked onto mine, seeking my permission to continue exploring my body. Even though he doesn’t need it, he still seeks it. I smile at my Devil and then nod, my breaths becoming shallow and quick with each thrust of his fingers.
“Then say it,” he urges, his voice rough. “Tell me what you want, little demon.”
“I want you,” I confess, the words hanging between us like the promise of heat. The way Matheo looks at me, the way he touches me, fills me with a heat that is both comforting and wild, like a storm brewing on the horizon.
With one more heated glance, he continues to plunge his fingers deeper, matching the rhythm of his thrusts with the beat of my heart. My breathing quickens, my body arching up to meet his touch, yearning for more .
His thumb continues to circle, the pressure building, the pleasure intensifying. I can feel every single one of my nerve endings tingling, eagerly awaiting the release that his touch promises.
“Say it,” Matheo commands again, his voice thick with desire. His fingers are now moving at a frenzied pace, matching the intensity of my heartbeat.
“I want you, Matheo,” I breathe, my voice shaking with need. “Please, fuck me.”
My Devil’s eyes flare with hunger as he pulls me closer, his cock pressing against my entrance. “That’s it. Use your words little demon.” I feel the head slide inside, and I moan at the exquisite sensation of being filled by him.
“Oh, God, yes,” I gasp, arching into him as I swallow in his length.
“No, not God,” Matheo growls, his eyes darkening with passion. “It’s just you and me, little demon. Just me and you.” With that, he begins to move, his hips rolling in a steady rhythm that sets my entire body aflame.
I grip the countertop tightly, my breaths turning to ragged moans as his cock slides in and out, filling me completely. His thrusts are hard and possessive, driving me wild with pleasure.
“Look at you, taking me so beautifully,” Matheo murmurs, his eyes never leaving mine. “You’re mine, you know that, right? All mine.”
I can’t help but laugh, a heady mix of lust and love bubbling up in me. “I’m yours, Matheo,” I admit, my voice shaky with desire. “All yours.”
He responds with a guttural groan, thrusting deeper, harder, claiming me in a way that leaves no doubt of his possession. The intensity of his movements matches the fierce obsessive love and passion we share, and I surrender completely to him, reveling in the ecstasy that only he can bring .
“Say it again,” he demands, his voice a husky whisper against my ear.
“I’m yours,” I repeat, my voice breaking with the sheer intensity of the moment. “All yours, Matheo. Always.”
His eyes flare with lust, and he leans in, his lips brushing against mine. Our tongues meet, the kiss heated and passionate as his hips continue to move. My legs tremble, my body reaching for the mind-blowing release that’s just beyond my grasp.
“Come for me, love,” Matheo whispers against my lips, his voice a low growl. “Let me see how much you want me.”
I cry out as the pleasure intensifies, building until it’s too much to bear. My body shudders and writhes beneath him as the orgasm consumes me, waves of ecstasy washing over me like a powerful tide. Matheo watches me, drinking in my pleasure, a satisfied and proud smile on his face. His lips find my neck again, kissing and licking as I come down from my high.
He pulls out of me slowly, his gaze never leaving mine. He looks at me with a mixture of love and lust, and I can see the ghost of a smile playing on his lips.
“I want to taste you,” he growls, guiding me down from the counter, his hands firm but gentle on my hips. My legs are shaky, but I trust him to support me as he lowers me onto the cold tiles.
Matheo positions himself between my legs, his eyes never leaving mine as he lowers his head and starts to lick and suck at my sensitive spots. His tongue dances around my clit, tracing the delicate patterns that make my body feel alive. My hands grip the back of his head, urging him deeper, his mouth now covering my entire sex. His hands grip my thighs, fingers digging into my flesh as he feasts upon me. The contractions come quickly, the pleasure overwhelming. I cry out, my voice a mix of pleasure and pain as I feel him thrusting his fingers into me once more .
As I reach the pinnacle of my orgasm, I see Matheo’s eyes lock onto mine, his expression a mix of desire and adoration. With one last thrust, he plunges his fingers deep, triggering a wave of intense pleasure that has me convulsing beneath him. My body arches and shakes as wave after wave of pleasure washes over me. Matheo’s lips leave me, replaced by his cock seeking my entrance once more. I feel him slowly pushing inside me, his eyes never leaving mine.
“Are you ready for me?” he asks, his voice a mix of lust and love.
Without a word, I nod and wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him closer. He groans as he feels me fully around him, my body tight and hot.
His hips start to move again, his thrusts deep and powerful, taking both of us higher. Our bodies become one, moving as one, our breaths intertwined. The pleasure is intense, overwhelming, but I don’t want it to end. I want to stay right here, with Matheo, in this moment of passion and pure bliss.
“I love you,” I whisper, my voice hoarse and filled with emotion. “I’m yours, and only yours.”
Matheo chuckles, his voice deep and rough, a mixture of joy and satisfaction. “You always were love. Always have been. Forever will be.” He pulls me close, his body still buried deep inside me. His hands tenderly trace my hips, and I can feel his heart pounding against my own.
“I want to be inside you forever,” he murmurs, his breath warm against my skin. “I want to be the one to make you feel this way, every single day.”
My heart swells with love and desire, and I can’t help but smile at him. “You already do,” I say, my voice filled with emotion. “You make me feel this way every single day. ”
And with that, he starts to move again, his hips rolling in a steady rhythm that fills me with a sense of completion and fulfillment. It’s as if his love for me and my love for him have melded together, creating a bond that transcends time and space.
As the intensity builds, Matheo reaches down and gently bites my earlobe, sending shivers of pleasure down my spine. His hands grip my hips, guiding me up to meet his thrusts, our bodies moving as one.
“I need you so much,” I whisper, my voice filled with desire. “Never let me go.”
Matheo kisses me again, his lips soft and warm against mine. “Never,” he promises. “I’ll keep you with me, love, for as long as I live.” I cling to him, my nails digging into his shoulders as I’m taken over and over again, each thrust sending shockwaves of pleasure throughout my body.
Our bodies are sweaty and flushed, our hearts pounding in sync with one another as we continue to lose ourselves in each other. The room is alive with the sound of our heavy breathing, the slick sounds of our bodies moving together, and our passionate moans.
Finally, I can’t hold on any longer. I scream his name as I shatter into a million pieces, my body convulsing around him. Matheo groans, his cock throbbing inside me as he follows me over the edge, his release mingling with mine.
We collapse against each other, our bodies slick with sweat and passion. Our hearts continue to beat wildly, breathing slowly, beginning to calm. I cling to him, feeling the warmth of his body against mine, his cock still inside me. Our souls have become entwined, our love now forever bound.
“Thank you,” I breathe, my voice shaking with emotion. “Thank you for giving me this. ”
Matheo pulls back to look into my eyes, his own filled with emotion. “No, thank you. You gave me this, love,” he says softly. “You’ve been my greatest joy and my deepest love, something I never thought I'd have. I’ll always cherish you, and I’ll do everything in my power to protect you.”
His words wash over me, filling me with a sense of peace and contentment. I know that with Matheo by my side, I am safe and loved.