Cassian's gaze turned sharp. "And what makes you think that your old, sagging body can make up for the fun I was having with Kirja's well-kept one, huh?" he said coldly, his grip tightening around her breast until she let out a quiet, pained moan instead of a reply.
The holy robes that once radiated purity looked out of place now — clinging to a woman biting her lip to stifle shame and pleasure at the same time. Even through the sting of his words and the roughness of his touch, she didn't pull away.
What could she do? It had only been two nights since he'd first made her climax — something she'd never cared for before. But now, the craving gnawed at her. No sermon, no prayer, no divine restraint could silence it. If offering herself to Cassian meant feeling that release again… then so be it.
