Her breath catches, a broken little sound that goes straight to my cock.
I have her bent over the altar in my bedroom, the one my mother's rosary used to rest on before I replaced it with something far less holy. The candles flicker, throwing shadows across Mariana's bare spine, and I watch the wax drip slow and molten onto the marble. I want to do the same to her. Drip myself into her until there's nothing left of either of us but this burning.
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