[Exclusive] TIS 1328.3 R18 Beach Episode (2). Tainted Priestess II

[Exclusive] TIS 1328.3 R18 Beach Episode (2). Tainted Priestess II

I leaned down and kissed the inside of her wrist first. Soft. Reverent.

Then I pulled the lace down.

Her breasts spilled free, flushed and warm under the altar’s glow. Her nipples were already tight, sensitive, betraying her.

I didn’t touch them immediately.

I looked at them.

Let her feel that gaze.

Let her feel the weight of my attention.

“You’re shaking,” I whispered.

She was.

I traced a finger along the curve beneath one breast. Then up. Slowly. Until my thumb brushed her nipple. She sucked in a breath so sharp it echoed.

I rolled it gently between my fingers.

She arched.

“Don’t,” she whispered.

But her hands were gripping my shoulders, pulling me closer.

I smiled darkly.

“Don’t what?”

I leaned down and took her nipple into my mouth, sucking just enough to make her gasp and press herself into me. My free hand slid down her body, over her stomach, along the slit of fabric still clinging to her hips.

I peeled it off.

Completely.

The priestess costume fell away in a whisper of silk.

She was naked now.

And I took my time looking.

From her flushed breasts to the way her thighs pressed together instinctively, to the heat between them that glistened faintly in the altar light.

My cock twitched.

She noticed.

Her eyes flicked down again. Stayed there.

I lifted her chin with two fingers.

“Look at me.”

She obeyed.

I traced her collarbone. Down the valley between her breasts. Lower. Over her stomach. My hand slid between her thighs, brushing lightly over her folds.

She jerked.

I didn’t dive in.

I circled.

Slowly.

Testing.

Her body reacted instantly. Hips shifting. Breathing hitching. The heat there was undeniable, slick and warm beneath my fingers.

“You’re wet,” I said quietly.

She shook her head weakly.

My fingers pressed just a little more firmly, circling again, spreading that warmth. Her thighs opened without me forcing them. Her composure was dissolving right in front of me.

And I watched her face.

That was the part I loved most.

The way her brows knitted together. The way her lips parted. The way her eyes lost focus as sensation replaced thought.

“You wanted to purify me,” I murmured, leaning closer until my breath brushed her mouth. “But you’re the one burning.”

I moved my fingers again, slower this time. Drawing lazy circles over her folds, brushing just enough to make her tremble.

Her nails dug into my back.

“Stop looking at me like that,” she breathed.

“Like what?”

“Like I belong to you.”

I leaned down, lips hovering over hers.

“You do. Right now.”

I kissed her again, deeper this time, tongue claiming, tasting, dominating. My hand never stopped moving between her thighs. I controlled the pace. The pressure. Letting her climb toward that edge slowly.

Her body weakened beneath me. Not from force. From sensation.

Her head fell back. Her chest rose sharply. Her nipples brushed against my chest as she arched, desperate for more friction.

I pulled back just enough to watch her unravel.

My cock pressed against her thigh, hot and firm. She could feel it. Every time I shifted, it dragged against her skin.

“You see what you’ve done?” I whispered, guiding her hand down to me again. “You did this.”

She wrapped her fingers around me without being told twice.

Her touch was shaky.

Hungry.

I groaned low in my throat and pressed my forehead to hers.

“That’s it,” I said. “Touch me. Feel how hard you make me.”

My fingers returned between her thighs, circling again, spreading her wetness slowly. She whimpered. Her composure shattered completely now. The righteous priestess was gone. In her place was a woman flushed, trembling, soaked in her own desire.

I leaned back slightly to look at her fully.

Naked. Spread beneath me. Eyes glazed.

“You’re not holy right now,” I murmured.

Her lips trembled.

“You’re mine.”

And when my fingers pressed just a little deeper against her folds, drawing another broken gasp from her mouth, I knew she wasn’t thinking about exorcism anymore.

She was thinking about surrender.

I saw it in the way her body melted beneath me. In the way her breathing had no rhythm anymore. In the way her fingers kept tightening in my hair like she was holding onto the only thing anchoring her.

Good.

I shifted lower slowly, letting my hands drag down her sides. Over her ribs. Over the soft curve of her waist. My thumbs brushed the underside of her breasts again, making her arch instinctively. Her nipples were still tight, sensitive, flushed from where I had touched them earlier.

“You’re trembling,” I murmured, kissing the center of her chest before trailing down.

She tried to answer but it came out as a breath instead.

I kept crawling lower, my mouth following the path my hands had made. Down her stomach. Slow. Deliberate. Letting anticipation burn hotter than any touch.

By the time I reached her thighs, they were already parted for me.

I looked up at her once.

Her head was tilted back against the altar cloth. Hair messy. Lips swollen. Eyes half-lidded and dazed.

“You look sinful like this, priestess,” I said quietly.

She made a soft protesting sound, but it died the second my lips brushed the inside of her thigh.

I kissed there first. Not where she expected.

Then closer…

And closer.

My hands slid under her thighs, holding them open more firmly. She gasped when my breath hit her folds.

I didn’t rush.

I let my lips graze them first. A slow drag. Testing.

Her entire body jerked.

“Ethan—” she breathed.

I hummed against her.

Then my tongue traced along her folds in one long, slow stroke.

She moaned.

Loud.

Not the controlled, embarrassed sound from earlier. This was raw. Pulled from deep in her chest. Her fingers tangled in my hair immediately, gripping harder.

I smiled against her heat.

There was no priestess now. No ritual. No holy altar.

Just her.

And me.

And the way she was already soaked.