Dark Side of the Cloth by Brooklyn Cross
Yasmine jerked awake. She sat there for a moment, heart pounding as she listened for what had woken her. Frantic pounding echoed throughout her house. Jumping from the bed, she grabbed her housecoat, pulling it on as she ran for the door. If someone was out in this weather, they could need help.
Or be an ax murder.
Yasmine stubbed her toe on the door jamb and cursed as she hopped to the top of the stairs. The forceful banging came again, the thumping sound echoing up the stairwell over the rumble and roar of the storm outside. She pushed open the curtain covering the window beside the door and peeked out to see Dean on her doorstep.
Her heart stopped at the sight of him. She flicked the lock and swung open the door. He was gripping the sides of her door frame, head down and soaked to the bone.
“Dean, what happened? Are you alright?”
His eyes slowly lifted to find hers, and she gasped at the intense stare. Frozen to the spot, she swallowed the lump in her throat. There was no calm priest in his eyes now, only a predatory animal, an all-male look that had her knees shaking. As quick as a cat, he burst through her door, and she was only slightly aware of it slamming closed behind him before he claimed her mouth. His hands were cold and wet, and she jumped and let out a little yelp as those hands found their way inside her housecoat and under her tank top.
His actions were frantic. He cupped her ass and pulled her up his body until her legs wrapped around his waist. Her body responded instantly to his touch like he had a magic switch—igniting with a fiery burn that threatened to eat her up and spit her out. She pulled his hair and moaned in his mouth as she was suddenly splayed out on the stairs, his much heavier body pressing into all her sensitive areas.
“Oh God yes!” she cried out as he thrust his hips into her. She could feel his hard shaft pressing into her and wanted their clothing gone. She wanted him to pound into her until her voice was hoarse and her legs were weak.
“Do you want me?” Dean’s voice broke through the lustful fog.
He’d stopped moving and stared down at her with shrouded eyes that looked feral in the darkened entranceway. Yasmine nodded. It seemed like such a silly question when she’d been practically humping him a moment ago.
“Say it.” Dean’s voice was gravelly as he rubbed himself against her once more.
She moaned, her mouth dropping open as the pleasure swiftly spread throughout her body once more.
“Say it, Yasmine, look at me and say the words or I walk out the door.”
She swallowed hard. She knew her choices, and she understood her sin. She knew she shouldn’t, and yet…
“I want you, Dean. I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anything. So yes, please fuck me,” she said softly.
A sound that was more animal than man ripped from Dean’s chest as he stood, taking her with him. His mouth was on hers, hot and needy as he bit her lower lip. The sting made her already dripping pussy clench with forbidden desire. She expected him to throw her on the bed and fuck her as hard as he’d kissed her, but instead, he gently placed her on her feet and stared at her.
She could hear each beat of her heart as it hammered in her chest. Dean pushed the open housecoat off her shoulders. Leaning in, he kissed one shoulder and then the other, his hot lips leaving permanent imprints in her mind.
“And the serpent said unto the woman, ‘Ye shall not surely die.’ ”
Taking the edge of the tank top in his large hands, he pulled up and discarded her now wet top. Yasmine’s nipples hardened into pebbles as the air hit them, and she quickly covered herself with her arm. Dean shook his head and pulled her arms away, exposing her to his eyes once more.
“For God doth know that in the day ye eat thereof,” he said.
The Bible had never sounded so good. He knelt before her, slipping his fingers into the elastic waistband of her boy shorts and, with agonizing movements, glided them down her legs for her to step out. Breathing rapidly, she looked down at the man before, and her head felt light.
Grabbing her thighs, he forced her to step wider, spreading her womanhood open for his lustful stare. She let out a surprised yelp as he buried his nose into her wetness and breathed deeply. Embarrassment flushed her system as he continued to draw in deep breaths, taking her scent into his body. And, yet, it only made her wetter. She could feel her arousal dripping down the inside of her thighs and moaned again as Dean’s tongue traced the wet lines up her leg. Taking his time, he swirled his tongue when he got to her clit.
“Oh fuck,” she whimpered. Grabbing his hair, she couldn’t help moving her hips in time with his voracious tongue.
“Then your eyes shall be opened, and ye shall be as gods, knowing good and evil.” Dean rose from the floor, his fingertips tracing lines up her heated skin, raising goosebumps in their wake.
She licked her lips as he undid his heavy robe, and she shivered as it dropped to the floor in a heap. He never took his eyes from hers as he undid each button on the black dress shirt with a methodical grace. She wanted to push his hands out of the way and rip the shirt open.
“Desiring the wisdom, the woman takes the forbidden fruit and eats it. She also gave some to the man who also eats it.”
The black shirt fell to the floor, and Yasmine stifled a shocked groan as her eyes roamed over the chiseled body, wide muscled shoulders, and abs that cut in at all the right places, and God help her, that perfection was covered in dark tattoos. The priest’s cloak was a stark contrast to the man beneath its folds.
“And the eyes of both of them were opened, and they knew that they were naked. Genesis three,” Dean said.
He pulled the jingling dog tags off over his head, and her eyes tracked his movements as he placed the chain on her dresser. Next was the front of his belt, and she licked her lips as his hands worked.
“Am I the snake in this piece?” Yasmine asked. Her voice was barely a whisper as her eyes followed Dean’s hand lower the zipper on his black pants.
“No, my sweet Yasmine, you are the fruit.” Dean reached down and stroked the frighteningly large cock between his legs. “I am the snake.”