Fallen Halo #2
Eventually, I settle down to rest on a pull-out couch and hours later, wake up before she does. I try my best to stay quiet as I get ready, casting occasional glances at the woman I’m hiding.
By the time I unlock the doors, the police car is already parked in front of the church. My throat dries up at the view, but I force past the uncomfortable feeling and plaster a kind smile across my lips, then walk to greet the men sitting in the car.
“Good morning, gentlemen,” I say, catching their attention.
Both officers turn to look at me. “Good morning, Father Nicholas,” the older one greets me and steps out of the car. “We apologize for arriving without a previous warning, but we were told the prime suspect for murder has been seen entering the church.”
I nod and hum, trying to appear as casual as I can.
Yes, I know that covering for a woman who’s killed someone is a sin of its own, but I truly believe thatAbby shouldn’t be held responsible for this horrendous crime.
She had to choose between her own life and that of my brother, and she made the right choice at the end.
“Everyone is welcome in the house of God,” I tell them. “I don’t hold any knowledge about your suspect, but as the servant of God, I don’t have the right to turn away those who seek our Lord and savior.”
The officers exchange glances, then the older one speaks again. “If we were to enter the church now and check every room we could find, would we find the woman hiding there or not?”
“No, officer, you wouldn’t. It is only I and God, who reside in this beautiful building,” I lie, holding eye contact with him, my voice so steady that the lie sounds more than convincing to my own ears.
“Miller, I don’t think a priest is allowed to lie, especially to the police. I think Father Nicholas is telling the truth,” the younger officer perks up and the older one hums and nods in agreement.
Eventually, we shake hands and both officers promise to visit me during the Sunday mass.
I watch the car pull out of the parking lot and disappear down the road, then return back inside the church.
Once I step inside, I press my back against the door and let out a heavy breath, “Holy Mary, mother of God,” I whisper as I realize that I just covered for a murderer.
I don’t return to the room to check onAbby. I need a distraction so I focus on the people who arrive to confess their sins, cringing as women too old to be thinking such sinful things confess their deepest, darkest fantasies.
The worst part is that the more they speak, the longer I listen to their lustful thoughts, the more my own surfaces, and I find it extremely difficult to keep reminding myself that such thoughts are impure. I’m not supposed to have them at all.
For once, I wish the day would drag on, but the evening comes too early, and I must lock up. I go as far as to double-check if everything is really locked before I return to my room.
As I open the door, my eyes instantly findAbby, sitting on my bed. She turns and smiles at me, looking nothing like the dangerous killer she actually is.
My heart skips a beat at that smile. She’s looking at me like I’m the most wonderful thing she’s ever seen. I feel like I’ve stepped into heaven, and I’m looking at an angel.
Slowly, I approach her and sit down, “You must be bored.”
“A little,” Abby admits, her voice so soft, so inviting and pure that I can’t resist reaching out to her.
The moment my hand covers hers, I know I’m just one step away from committing the ultimate sin and securing a ticket to hell, but looking at her, I don’t care anymore.
“I have an idea,” I whisper before I can back out and stand up, holding out my hand for her.
Abby places her hand in mine and follows without a question as I lead her out of the room, then to the altar. My heart pounds in my chest as I stop right in front of it and turn to face her. I drop her hand and speak, my voice rougher than I intend it to be, “kneel down.”
Something flashes in her eyes asAbby slowly lowers herself to her knees and gazes up at me.
My eyes don’t leave her for a single second as I reach out and gently place my fingers under her chin to ensure she doesn’t look away. “I need you to understand something,” I whisper.
Abby licks her lips and nods.
I swallow hard, fighting to maintain my composure before I speak again. “I’m going to do something very wrong tonight. Something that will damn my soul forever, but I need this more than I need my next breath.”
She nods slowly, looking like she understands the meaning that might be hidden behind every word I speak.
Without wasting more time, I lean down and press my lips to hers. The kiss is slow, and Abby instantly melts into it, her lips moving against mine like she, too, needs this more than words could explain.
A quiet moan slips past her lips, and I swallow it before I slide my tongue into her mouth. I know that right here, right now, I’m committing the worst sin a man of God can commit, and yet, I’m doing it without hesitation.
My fingers slide over her jaw gently as I guide my hand to the back of her head and grab a fistful of her hair. I break the kiss long enough to whisper against her lips, “I’m going to hell for this.”
“So am I,” Abby whispers right as I pull away from her.
She stays on her knees, looking so pretty while I unbuckle my belt with shaking hands, my breath coming out in shallow, hurried pants.
I don’t bother with more than unzipping my pants since my cock is already rock hard and aching. The moment I pull it out and wrap my hand around it, a low groan leaves my lips, and I lean back my head, whispering, “Forgive me Father for I am to sin.”
Then, I turn my attention back to Abby, press the tip of my cock against the corner of her lip, then smear the precum over her lips as I growl, “open.”
Abby lets out a weak whimper and darts out her tongue to twirl it around the tip of my cock. I hiss at the initial contact, then groan, my eyes rolling back as I grip her hair again. “Yes, like that,” I whisper, “just like that.”
She licks the tip, twirls her tongue around it and finally, takes me into her mouth and right down her throat.
I throw my head back and a choked sob escapes me as I hit the back of her throat and stay there. “God, forgive me,” I whisper softly, then pull back and slam back into her throat again, my grip on her hair tightening.
Abby moans around my length and that only adds to sensation. The vibration of the sound nearly brings me to my knees, so I grab the altar for support with one hand while the other is still tangled in her hair. “F—fuck,” I stammer. “You’re going to make me some down your throat,” I hiss.
Those words work like magic on her. Abby moans louder and does a quick job on unbuttoning my shirt that she’s still wearing. Just as my eyes dart down, her hands grab her breasts and I swear, I’ve never seen anything more holy in my entire lifetime.
The sight of her half-naked, sucking me off next to an altar is too much. I explode with a silent cry, my hips jerk forward as I come down her throat and freeze, growling, “swallow it. Every single drop, swallow it.”
I watch in a daze as her throat works and she swallows every last drop of my cum.
As I pull my softening cock out of her mouth, one thing is for sure—I’m going to hell, and fuck me, I’m proud of it.