64 | Epilogue

**SIENNA**

I stared at him blankly as I was too shocked to register the words. “I don’t understand…this is something you have wanted.”
Over the passage of years, he had channeled every ounce of rage, regret, and reformation through religion, and now he wanted to give it all up because of me. Why? Maybe I knew the reason, but was it good enough for him? I knew that it was good enough for me.
Gabriel shook his head and took my face between his palms. “Sienna, I don’t want a life in which I can’t choose you.”
“So you chose me over your God?”
His smile was divine. “He is the one that led me to you.”
I was elated, no doubt about that. But at the same time, I wanted to know the reasons. Even though love doesn’t need one, I wanted to be protected by heart because I loved this man too much to lose him.
“I want to know what changed your mind,” I asked.
“When I had confessed it all to Father Lucas, he’d told me to pray,” he revealed. “Not to ask for forgiveness, or recite the Hail Marys or beg for penance. He just wanted me to pray. And then I got the news of your disappearance. At that moment, I realized that I had never prayed so hard before. I knew what I wanted, and I wanted you. More than anything else in the world, I yearned for you. And I had my answer.”
If life felt like a dream, it would be this.
“Gabriel, this is surreal…” I croaked, unable to form a word. I was happy—maddeningly happy.
He took my face in his hands; his fingers weaved into my hair at the back as his gaze pierced into mine. There was so much passion; it was overwhelming. “Sienna, I love you. And I want to make you mine.”
“Gabriel…”
He cut me off with a kiss on my lips. “But first, let’s get the hell out of here.”

**XXX**

For the night, we stayed at a hotel in Chicago.
Neither of us was in a position to travel or drive back. But most importantly, we did not know where to go. Gabriel had made it implicitly clear that he was ready to leave the priesthood, which means Mount Carmel Academy was not his home anymore.
As for me, I neither had a house nor a family.
But I had a home.
In the arms of a sinner who loved so much that he was ready to be condemned to hell for me. And I did not know any love greater than that.
We stepped out of the elevator and marched towards our room, and as soon as we were inside, Gabriel closed the doors. He strolled towards me in slow, measurable steps, but the heat in his eyes was unmistakable. I stumbled back, almost colliding with the wall, when the weight of his body bore down upon me. And before I knew any better, his mouth was upon me. Devouring me. His fingers were buried in my hair, and I instantly melted into his touch. He’s warm and big and safe. My safe haven.
The instant the knowledge seeped into my mind, I closed my eyes to ward off any other thoughts that began their incessant circling again. But within seconds, his other hand dipped down my panties and squeezed my asscheeks; all the other thoughts were banished.
Gabriel and I have always had this insane attraction and fiery passion for each other. It was maddening.
He finally broke the kiss and stepped back, only to grab my breast with both hands and make me gasp. My nipple handed in an instant while he kneads expertly.
“My sweet little temptation,” he breathed against the shell of my ear.
“I swear I can come like this,” I managed to force out the words despite the haze of my impending arousal.
He pressed against me, making me feel his cock against my lower front.
“Well, that is the point, sweetheart,” he said with a chuckle.
In a flash, he scooped me up in his arms and dropped me on the bed. He grabbed my legs and drew me closer until my mouth was aligned with his throbbing member. I looked up at him, aroused again. And it was a scene I’d never forget. Him, big and dominant.
“Take me out,” he ordered in a thick, husky voice.
With shaky fingers, I shifted my gaze to his member and slowly started to undo his belt. I pulled down the zipper, pushing down the briefs as far as I needed to before I obeyed his orders. No doubt, he was hard. As soon as my fingers wrapped around his girth, I heard his deep sigh before stroking the length and licking the tip.
“Fuck, you will kill me now, girl,” he half-grunted, and half growled.
Impatient, he cupped the back of my head and took control, “Open.”
I obeyed. My gaze was fixated on him as my mouth took him deeper. The groan he emitted could rival the roar of a beast. No matter gentle he was or careful, it always came down to this. A savage fuck. When Gabriel had enough of my mouth, he bent me over and pushed down my panties. He set one knee into the soft mattress, positioned himself behind me, and pushed in so deep that I could hardly breathe for a second. It took a moment to settle into the tempo of his thrusts, but when I did, I could feel my juices slide down my thighs.
It was heavenly.
For the next few minutes, the air was saturated with nothing but our smell and sex.
We moaned, grunted, and gasped like animals in heat. And with every thrust, he claimed me as he had always wanted. He played my body like a master of the craft, and I laughed at the knowledge that celibacy did not—fucking—agree with Gabriel.
He rammed into me in earnest, his hips colliding with mine while his balls slapped against my sensitive nerves. It felt so intense that I wanted to scream his name and come—over and over—and when I did exactly that, it stirred him into a frenzy.
“You belong to me. You are all fucking mine,” he grunted in between each drive.
He could utter the dirtiest, filthiest words into my ears as his arms snaked around my torso and grabbed my breasts. And that’s what drove me to the edge. I cried out as I began to convulse around him. Gabriel tightened his hold, riding me faster and harder as his own body was on the verge of giving out.
With a thunderous roar, he dragged his cock out of me only to milk out his release all over my back. And when it was all over, the sound of our ragged breaths was all that remained, and I slowly looked at him.
Gabriel had his eyes closed, hauling long breaths. He looked peaceful.
I ran my fingers slowly over the side of his face as his eyelids fluttered open. There was concern in his gaze. “Was I too rough?”
I smiled. “I would not have you any other way.”
“Sienna, I am serious,” he scolded in his headmaster voice.
This time, I laughed and rolled into his side, spooning with his body. “I am serious too, Father Sullivan,” I whispered.
His hands slid down to my butt to have it knead and spank until the skin turned rosy, and I loved every minute of that. He was everything any woman could yearn for. The sinner, the sadist, the teacher, and a savage man. And beneath all these layers, there lay a man whose heart beats only for me.
He was home, heart and happiness.
He was both a monster and a man.
A sinner.
A soul mate.
And my everything.

**XXX**

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