44 | Rapture

*“His kiss awakens the beast in me. After tasting wild, I’d never be tamed again.” - N.R. Hart*.

**Third Person POV**

Heat burst through her body and spilled out in molten waves. The sight of Gabriel in a thermal sweatshirt and jeans, his otherwise smoky eyes hooded with intoxicated touch, the hair in a finger raked style, and his thick lips gaped opened in shock left Sienna numb for a beat.
She did not think this through when she took up and left New York in its glorious Christmas preparation. Not even during the commute till here. All she knew wanted was to see Gabriel, but she did not know what would she say coming to face him. Every small hair of her body prickled into instant awareness. Every nerve was suddenly attuned, making her shiver like tiny orgasms coursing through her body.
“Gabriel…” she attempted but trailed off incomplete.
The priest recovered from his own shock, having to miss her the whole time she was gone and slowly took a step forward. His towering frame loomed over her, gripping the door frame with both hands and devoured her with the intensity of his stare.
“I…” Sienna tried again, failingly, and sighed.
Is he mad? Is he going to send me away? A thousand questions puzzled her little mind. But above all, she did not hold an ounce of regret in coming here.
Gabriel, on the other hand, was mesmerised. His intoxicated gaze wandered down her face, stopping just south of her mouth when the hunger flared so hot in his eyes that Sienna felt the burn of it. He was breathing harder, his chest rising, his knuckles whitening where he gripped the doorway.
“You came back. Why?” He asked firmly.
Her eyes flittered everywhere but on Gabriel. “I…” The otherwise fiery Sienna Emerson was speechless and nervous as a baby bird. For the first time, she was at a loss for words.
Gabriel took another menacing step. “Why?
“Are you angry?” She concerned.
“I wanted you to stay away from me.”
Unable to come up with a quick response, Sienna shook her head. “You can’t decide what I want. This is not fair, Gabriel.”
His eyes narrowed into slits as a devious smile adorned his beautiful face. “Oh, little girl, nothing is ever fair.” He tsked. It reminded Sienna what a frustrating and condescending man he was, but at that moment, he was the only thing she desired.
It was as if the entire universe evaporated into thin air, and all that mattered was Gabriel.
“Do you want—”
She yelped when he almost loomed over her and grabbed her face to crash his lips against hers. Sienna almost lost her balance in the process, reaching out for his shoulders. This gave Gabriel the liberty to catch hold of her waist while his alcohol-laden mouth devoured her. Without breaking the kiss, he lifted her off the floor and took her inside, somehow managing to push the door close.
The kiss was everything Sienna could ever dream of and then more. She was floating and drowning at the same time.
Sienna was gasping. She fooled herself into thinking that she could. But Gabriel had ripped away from his veneer of the passive protector, of civilisation. If she had thought she wanted him before, it was nothing compared to the ache he filled her with now that he’d finally, truly kissed her.
Sienna felt soft and malleable in his arms as his hands slowly stroke down the length of her spine before slipping beneath her top. And then those large hands cupped the swell of her ass cheeks, tightly squeezing before he lifted her off her feet.
And all this time, those devouring lips and tongue owned her, until Sienna trembled with the need for possession and pleasure promised by Gabriel’s hard and unyielding body.
She was consumed by that want and need as the priest broke the kiss, and the heat of his lips travelled the length of her throat before he into and then sucked on the skin between her neck and shoulder.
A small, silly smile appeared on her lips.
Sienna was vaguely aware of thinking the bite of his teeth and sucking her flesh into his mouth would leave a bruise. Like a mark of ownership. But she was only vaguely aware of that thought, her body too filled with arousal and need to care right now.
“Gabriel…” She whispered his name like a breathless prayer. “What are you doing to me?”
He cupped her face with his hands, forcing her gaze only on him. “I have never touched a submissive in anger or while I am drunk,” he confessed, almost growling. “I had a code. I had rules. And then I have vows. But you make me break everything, Sienna. This is what you do to me. You make me lose control.”
“You want me.”
“Yes, but I should not want you.”
Sienna tried her best to thwart his inhibitions. “It’s not up to us.”
“This is wrong,” he hissed like a mindless animal—*savage and wild*.
“Let me show you again how wrong this is.”
Gabriel was completely unprepared when Sienna broke away from his hold and instead took charge. She lowered herself on her knees, all the while holding the intense eye contact and brought her face aligned with his crotch. Gabriel’s dark and dangerous desire was evident in the hard throb of his arousal in an obvious bulge.
Sienna braved as she hooked her fingers in the waistband of his casual pants and pulled them down. She has never done this before, but she has seen the obvious act of seduction in many movies.
A bright flush painted her high cheekbones, and her fingers shook slightly with the force of her arousal. Though inexperienced, Sienna was so graceful in her ministrations that it was enough to make any man feel like a fucking king. It pleased Gabriel so much.
“Take it out,” he ordered thickly.
With little to no experience, she fumbled with the underwear and pulled it down, revealing his glorious manhood. His erection snapped back as Sienna leaned in and ran her tongue up the seam of his balls.
“Fuck!” He cursed, throwing his head back, and his hand reached out to fist her hair.
Instead of a yelp, a low moan escaped her throat at the rough treatment as Sienna licked her lower lip and tipped her head slightly to look up to him. There was nothing but pure, unadulterated rapture in her eyes. The sight was so erotic it made him see stars.
“Tell me what to do, and I will do it, *Father*,” she rasped, particularly using the honorific to rile him up.
In response, Gabriel pulled harder at her hair. “You want this, don’t you, *sinner*? You want me to use your dirty mouth until you are drooling and choking all over my cock, and then you will happily gag on it.”
He jerked her head a little with his control making her moan and whimper. “As long as it is what you want.”
The grey of his eyes seared her flesh. “You want me to sin for you?” he asked, taunting.
Sienna shook her head slightly. “I want you to *shatter* for me.”
It was all the encouragement or provocation he needed as he made her open her mouth wide. With the threadbare control of lust and possession, he slowly guided his cock into her mouth. The sight of her pretty lips wrapped lewdly around the width of his shaft, the way she trained to take the length of him down her throat and worked through her gag reflex to slot him into that tight canal made him dizzy.
Gabriel was thrilled as he looked down into her eyes with his dick stuffed into her mouth. It was a sight he would cherish till his last breath.
Sienna moaned lustily as he used her mouth and increased the pace. It had been six goddamn years since his cock came in contact with a mouth so sweet and so pliable that every cell in his body lost control. Just as Sienna wanted—he shattered for her.
It did not take long for Gabriel to come into her mouth, more growling than moaning, as he slowly came down from the high. His mouth hung open, panting while Sienna looked something else.
Her cheeks were apple red, her eyes glassy from all that choking and sucking and her lips…they were plump and looked well-used. And nothing satiated Gabriel more than the kneeling penitent at his feet after worshipping his cock.
He then helped her onto her wobbly feet and gently guided her to the bed. Sienna sat on the edge while Gabriel stood towering, caressing her face and stroking her messed up hair.
“I have never done this before,” Sienna confessed, lowering her eyes. Her throat was raw from all that fucking as she swallowed. “I have never given a blowjob.”
“Never?”
She shook her head, blushing.
Gabriel leaned down and kissed her forehead. “Good, I’d hate to be jealous right now,” he murmured, his lips pressed against her skin. “Truth be told, I never experienced something like this before.”
Sienna pulled back and laughed. “Bullshit. No one has given you a blowjob before?” Despite his status, she knew that Gabriel had a sexual history before. He had to, given his irresistible charm and sex appeal.
“No, no one ever took charge and got on their knees,” he revealed. “I never liked to give away my control.”
“Not even when someone wanted to…pleasure you? Why?”
He shook his head and locked his with her. “Because I am a dominant.”
His use of present tense shot her pulse hammering at the base of her neck. She stuttered, unable to figure out what to say. His weighty presence in a room was almost undeniable, and every man or woman who had come across Gabriel felt it.
When she could not come up with something feasible, only one word crossed her mind. “Okay.”
Gabriel was struggling to read her for the first time. “Does that scare you?” he asked.
Sienna shook her head slowly. “I am not wholly knowledgeable about this. But if it involves whips, chains and blood, yeah, I am worried.”
“I am not a sadist,” he assured her. “I don’t hurt people unless they beg me to, so you have nothing to worry about. Hardcore isn’t my thing either, but I can inflict pain. The lifestyle was part and parcel of my sexual explorations.”
It felt good to talk about it after all these years. To open up about desires and not being judged—Gabriel felt a weight off his chest.
Sienna bit for her for a brief second. “Is that why you chose this life, Gabriel? Complete abstinence and celibacy?”
“Partly, yes,” he affirmed. “One shouldn’t need to dominate to have sex. I tried going vanilla, but it did not work for me. Instead, it magnified my hunger for dominance and control tenfold.”
Sienna nodded like it was starting to make sense for her. “You were worried it would get the worst of you.” It was a statement, not a question.
“So you understand.”
“I am still trying. You thought what you want was wrong and immoral, and in order to curb that, you took the most extreme path of celibacy. You became a priest,” she said and patted the mattress beside her in a silent invitation to join.
Gabriel sat down with a small sigh. “Something along the lines, yes.”
There was a pregnant pause in their conversation before Sienna looked straight into his eyes and asked, “And is that why you pushed me away, Gabriel? You want me, and you think you should not?”
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