“Just listen,” I said, lowering myself between her legs. She shivered as the head of my cock pressed against her entrance. “This,” I said, and I pushed partly into her, barely able to breathe for how tight she was around me. “This is your body.” I leaned my head down and caught the delicate skin of her neck in my teeth. “This is your blood,” I whispered in her ear. I shoved all the way in, and she cried out as her back arched off the altar. “This is you,” I told her and the empty sanctuary. “This is you, given up for me.”
Did...did he just perform communion with her body?
