Lessons in Sin

by Pam Godwin

“So you, uh, watch him run every day?” “Morning worship begins at six,” the girl in the back said. “His body is our temple, and we come to pray.” A chorus of Amens erupted, followed by laughter.

I loved that he wasn’t grossed out by period blood. That was the difference between a boy and a real man.

Period.

“If the church catches fire and the walls start bleeding…” His timbre roughened. “I’m still not stopping. Nothing is going to prevent me from being with you in the way I’ve only ever been in my dreams.”

“You’re mine, Tinsley. No one’s going to touch you again. No one but me.” His thrusts deepened, growing harder, punctuating each word with ferocity. “You belong to me. No one else. Mine, Tinsley. Fucking mine. Do you understand?”

I hadn’t been called to be a priest. I’d been called to be hers.

“You’re my first.” I ran my fingers through her hair, content to my marrow. “And my last.”

“You were soft just a second ago.” Tinsley pressed her smile against the crown, her golden hair shining in the morning light. “I woke early just to get a glimpse of the rare sighting. You were so adorably squishy and limp—” “Less talking, more sucking.” I shoved her face down and thrust. She choked and came up for air, laughing. “And big. I was going to say that but—” I pulled her mouth down on me again

😂

It was in my nature to keep a firm hold on her. She would call it controlling. I called it protective. Maybe possessive.

“I love you.” Blood thudded through my veins. “I know.”

Han Solo moment ❤️

We were indecent, immoral, and madly in love. Sinners together. Soul mates forever.