Lead Us Not Into Temptation

A/N: Okay, this is finally the end. I had a lot of fun writing this. It was cathartic in a way since I got to vent some of my frustrations with the Catholic faith and their stupid policy regarding priests and marriage. I hope that you find my work entertaining.

Summary: Father Justin Russo finds himself at a crossroads. One path will lead him to the prestige and power the Vatican offers. But should he choose the other…what then? Will he be able find happiness and fulfillment with a girl that doesn't share his faith and is his complete antithesis in every way? Read on to find out.

Warnings: Graphic descriptions of coitus and in flagrante delicto. Also, there will be depictions of a man of the cloth engaging in such acts. If you are overly religious and are offended by the topic, please stop reading this now.

Disclaimer: I don't own WoWP or its characters. Also, I don't own the plot or any of the ideas presented in Colleen McCullough's novel, "The Thorn Birds".

Acknowledgments: Thank you to all who have either added this story your alerts or favorites. Also I'm truly grateful for everyone that's reviewed so far. To the registered and logged in members, I've done my best to thank you each personally. If for some reason I didn't send a reply, it was not intentional.

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Chapter Three

April 19, 1959- St. Joseph's Roman Catholic Church - Present Day

As she re-lived everything that had lead up to this moment, a half-dressed Alexandra now found herself waiting with bated breath inside the church's sacristy. After all her careful planning, she had formulated what she thought would be a sure-fire strategy to bring an end to the conflict that had taken over her life for the last three years.

Today was her Waterloo, her D-Day and it was winner takes all. And Justin didn't know it yet, but she had purposefully selected this date to be her lover's day of reckoning. There would be no more straddling the fence for him. He had to make up his mind on which side he would finally land. Hopefully, with some wily persuasion on her part and a bit of underhanded arm-twisting, she could finally convince her Padre to see things her way.

True to his word, exactly five minutes later, Father Justin Vincenzo Pepe Russo walked into the small room located left of the main altar where the priestly vestments, church furnishings, sacred vessels and other religious relics were kept.

However, he stopped short of fully entering the holy chamber when his eyes were suddenly besieged by the veritable banquet of sin that Alexandra had laid out just for him. There she was, splayed out on top of the sacristycredens like a giant starfish, wearing nothing but a lacy scarlet slip that rode up her creamy thighs while one of the thin straps sexily drooped off the curve of a delicate shoulder.

Her silky brown hair, which had been pinned up earlier in a pretty but conservative coif, was now loose and wild. And Justin's fingers ached to touch the soft curls that adorned her head like a fallen angel's halo. Lastly, her plump lips were painted in that shade of deep burgundy he loved so much which made him long to quench his insatiable thirst with the sweet wine of her kisses.

Seeing his Alexandra, his love looking so wanton and beautiful had wholly dissipated reason and drowned out the last desperate cries to come to his senses and remember his holy vows. To his detriment however, from the moment the defiled Jesuit felt his rampant need surge forth like molten lava, he knew that it was far too late for any self-recriminations.

There was no turning back now...he had to have her or die in the attempt.

Besides, it had been six agonizing weeks since they had last been together and his body had felt every blessed second of Alexandra's absence. He had missed everything about her-from her fiery kisses that always burned him through and through, to the satiny feel of her naked skin sliding against his own. Not to mention the way he had craved to taste the sweet tang of her essence dripping on his tongue every time he plunged his face deep between her thighs.

He just couldn't understand why Alexandra had withheld her affections from him so long. Sure, she had been doting and at times sweetly loving. But when he tried to initiate more intimate moments she made every excuse in the book to avoid them. However, none of that mattered now. She was finally here in the flesh, both figuratively and literally and he cared for little else. So Father Russo happily surrendered his free will as the constant tug-o-war waged between heaven and hell to determine the fate of his immortal soul became a distant memory.

By the time the dark-haired man fully crossed the threshold, his penis was already painfully engorged and throbbing with want. Propelled by a force not entirely his own, he moved forward with single-minded purpose. And in true predatory fashion, he kept his bejeweled eyes locked on his quarry as his hands worked quickly to divest himself of his vestments. Every step he took was deliberate and assertive. And although he had yet to utter a single word, the intensity of his hungry gaze spoke volumes.

The message was clear to both of them -Justin meant to wholly ravage her...in the most animalistic way possible. He intended to take her repeatedly, in every position known to him, until every last drop of his lust was spent.

As he continued to disrobe, Justin's nostrils suddenly flared when he picked up the intoxicating scent of Alexandra's vanilla-lavender musk. The air was heavily permeated by the heady fragrance which made his head swim and his loins ache.

In the meantime, as Alex laid back with a self-assured smile while her smoldering, half-lidded eyes drank in every single move Justin made. Hungrily, she observed the black cassock slipped away from his sculpted body to reveal hard, bulging muscles. Groaning appreciatively, she couldn't believe how this man could be so beautiful. Just the sight of him had her wet and panting for him.

No fair, the aroused young woman thought to herself. I'm so hot for the dork and he hasn't even touched me yet!

Wanting to even the playing field, a wicked spread across her lips when she decided to give her randy little priest a peep show of her own. Brazenly, she spread her long legs to show him the glistening treasure that had been deliberately kept from him for well over a month.

When Justin's eyes fell upon Alexandra's moistened pink folds, the orbs almost popped out of their sockets. The little minx had worn no undergarments. And that undeniable fact had his mouth watering. But when further observation revealed that the patch of dark hair directly above her Mons pubis had been neatly trimmed, a feral growl rumbled from deep inside his chest as his manhood jerked in response.

The very sight of her sultry core drew out the most primal of urges as he acknowledged the explicit display for what it was -an unspoken invitation to taste of her nectar. Luckily for Alexandra, Justin was beyond parched and wanted nothing more than to drink deeply from the spring flowing freely from between her legs.

Half-naked and trembling, he quickly knelt before her offering in an unintentional erotic parody of a reverent supplicant waiting to receive the Holy Eucharist. Slowly, he moved forward, face and mouth looming ever closer to claim his succulent prize. However, before he could dive in to savor the sweet juices, Justin felt Alexandra's hand touch his forehead, summarily stopping him. Confused by her actions, the aroused priest looked up to give his lover a questioning gaze.

"Not so fast, Padre. There's something we need to talk about first," Alex announced in a serious tone.

Even in his current sex-addled state, Father Russo could hardly believe his ears. Here she was, with her legs parted like the Red Sea, practically shoving her dripping womanhood in his face, and all she wanted to do was talk? Had she lost her mind?

Justin expressed his displeasure with a high-pitched whine. "You wanna talk, NOW? For the love of St. Peter...of all the times to have a discussion, you had to pick this precise moment?"

"Yes," she coolly replied as her hooded eyes looked down at him with the disdain of a displeased goddess.

Angry and desperate, a frustrated Father Russo chose to throw caution to the wind when he suddenly lunged forward to pepper kisses along the inside of her thighs. "Alexandra, I've missed you, I want you!" he heatedly muttered against her warm, smooth skin. Meanwhile his hands began to caress and explore her curves as he ardently suggested, "Please let me show you how much."

Hearing the outpouring of Justin's passion for her nearly did the young woman in. His feathery kisses had her moaning for him. Although she was still determined to see her plan through, she was quickly being led astray by her body's awakening needs. The sensation of her lover's supple lips on her skin after so long had inadvertently set her entire being on fire. She wanted him, badly.

And yet she found herself struggling to not enjoy the feeling of his hot, moist mouth gliding closer and closer to her needy vulva. Alex knew that she had to act quickly before things got out of hand. So she did the only thing she could think of to bring an end to Justin's sweet seduction. Swiftly, she clamped her supple thighs around his head, effectively trapping him between her legs just inches from her sex.

"HEY!" he indignantly cried out as lust quickly fizzled out and humiliation set in.

As Father Russo struggled to get away, Alex hastily tightened her vise grip on her victim. "Like I said, Justin -not so fast!" she chastised him between clenched teeth. "You need to listen to what I have to say and then you can do whatever you want to me, understood?"

"Yes, yes...understood! Can you let go of me now? I can't breath!" he pathetically begged.

Satisfied by Justin's compliance, Alexandra gradually released him.

"What's gotten into you?" Justin demanded to know, completely red-faced from the momentary lack of oxygen.

Alexandra paid him no mind as she snapped her legs closed, cutting off all access to her vagina. Next, she sat up on the flat surface of the dressing table to casually lean back on her elbows . She then peered at the dumbstruck priest as she gave him her ultimatum. "What's gotten into me is that I'm sick and tired of this situation."

Now Justin was really confused. As he rose to feet, he wondered what in the world was she yammering about this time. "Excuse me for asking, but what do you mean by 'this situation'?"

Smirking evilly, Alex let him have it. "This is the last time you will ever see me. Consider this my notice."

"What are you saying? You're not quitting your job are you?" Father Russo cautiously inquired, hoping against hope that that was all she meant.

"Not just the job, I'm quitting you too. I can't do this anymore, Justin. I can't spend the rest of my life waiting for you make up your mind. So I'm doing it for you. You see there's a reason why I haven't been puttin' out like I was before. I had to take some time for myself, think things though, you know? I needed to figure out what I was getting out of this so-called 'relationship'. And you know what I came up with?"

Father Russo's vexation and fear grew with every word she uttered. He knew she had been frustrated by his continued indecision. But certainly it wasn't enough to give her cause to break things off with him so abruptly? Besides they loved each other, damn it. Why would she want to throw it all way after everything they've been through just to be together?

Soon enough, all the answers to his burning questions impacted him like swift kick to the groin.

"Zilch, bupkus, nada...that's what!" Alex shouted as she replied to her own query with a sneer.

Shocked by her assertions, Justin tried to reach for her in a gesture of reassurance. He wanted nothing more than to refute her claims by pledging his undying devotion. "That's not true. You know how I feel about you, my love."

However, before he could lay a hand on her, she had swerved to the right, avoiding his touch altogether. Alex then leveled a cold gaze at the beleaguered man standing before her as she nastily unleashed three-years of stored up vitriol at him.

"Do I Justin? You say you love me and I sure as hell want to believe you. I want to believe every promise you've ever made me these last three years. But here we are, still stuck in the same place we were when this whole thing got started! I thought by now we'd be married, living our lives together. But as time's gone by I've realized that you're never gonna leave the Church. And I was a fool to think you ever would."

Heartbroken by her harsh declarations, the dejected clergyman tried to salvage a love that was quickly coming apart at the seams. "Alexandra, sweetheart...please," he pleaded with her. "I just need a little more time..."

"Time?" she asked indignantly as her carefully plucked eyebrows nearly reached her hairline.

"You got some nerve, Padre! Don't you think you've had plenty time to make up your mind? Three years is a long stretch to decide what you want. Well, I'm tired of watching you give all of your devotion to your precious Church while I get nothing but the crumbs you feel fit to give me."

"I'm not going to stick around anymore so you can keep on playing the part of the perfect little priest by day while you use me as your own personal amusement park at night. I'm through being your whore!"

It was Justin's turn now to express his affronted surprise when his bushy brows suddenly shot up. This time when he extended his hands he was able to place them on her pale, bare shoulders before she could protest. He then shook the incensed young woman (gripping the supple flesh a little more tightly than he meant to) as he tried his best to get her to listen to reason.

"Are you crazy? What's gotten into you? How could you even think that? You are NOT my whore. You mean everything to me, Alex. Can't you see that?"

"Let go of me, you moron!" Alexandra demanded as she struggled to get away from Justin. After a few moments of grappling back and forth, she finally managed to push the much heavier man off of her.

Livid beyond reason, she spat out at him with all the rage of a hell cat. "Those are just words, padre! And in my book actions speak louder than meaningless, stupid words! So guess what, buster? I decided to take some action of my own."

Fighting the urge to touch her again, Father Russo forced his hands to stay at his sides as he felt a bolt of ice cold trepidation run down his spine. "Alex...what are you saying?" he asked meekly, fearing the answer that she might give him.

Sensing his apprehension, she smiled in triumph as she gave her devastating reply. "You see, while you've been making empty promises about wedding bells and white picket fences, I had the sense to contact my old friend Stevie a couple of weeks ago. I won't bore you with the details except to say that we got to talkin'. And it wasn't long before she mentioned this Italian hotel owner named Gerardo Rossini and how he's looking to hire somebody for this cushy secretary's job in some swank Miami resort."

"Anyway, she thought I'd be perfect for it, so she gave me his number. After thinking about it long and hard, I gave the guy a call. He sounded really nice over the phone when he explained what he was looking for. Of course when I told him I had plenty of experience as a secretary, he said he wanted to come to New York to meet me."

"Personally, I thought it was a lot a trouble. But Jerry said- oh yeah, did I mention he likes everyone to call him that? Anyway, he said that he still has business ties here, something about his uncle, Vito being the olive oil business, so he arranged to meet me for lunch the next time he flew into the Big Apple. And guess what? We had lunch and we hit it off right away! Next thing I know he offers me the job right on the spot and to pay my moving expenses! Of course I have to move to Miami... but who could say 'no' to 365 days of sunshine? Besides, Jerry's gonna pay me a great salary, enough for me to get a place of my own, like I always wanted."

"I don't believe this," Father Russo skeptically stated. As he stared Alexandra down with wide-eyed incredulity he continued to exclaim, "Miami? You can't be serious, Alex! You don't know anyone down there. Who would look out for you? Who would take care of you?"

"That's just it, Justin. What's really tying me here to New York?" Alexandra angrily asked as she jumped off the table. Crossing her arms in front of her she fired off the reasons behind her decision." I ain't got no family. My best friend, Harper has her own life taking care of her husband, Zeke. And you have your Church. So where does that leave me? In No Where's-Ville, that's where! So after today, I'm gone. My train leaves first thing in the morning."

It was Justin's turn now to burst into a fit of rage. In one fell swoop he closed the gap between him and the woman that had made his life a living hell. Roughly, he grabbed her delicate shoulders again as he savagely yanked her small body toward his. He then shouted, "What are you trying to do to me? You seduce me, make me break every vow I've ever taken and now you're going to leave me to work for some oily hotelier that you know nothing about! Your life is here..In New York...With me. You're not going anywhere, Alexandra and that's final!"

Seeing the wounded expression on her lover's face nearly tore her heart in two. And it took every ounce of self control that Alex possessed not to cave in right then and confess to Justin that she was playing him like a fiddle, manipulating his emotions for the greater good. She knew deep down that she was causing him pain and taking a huge gamble in the process.

What if after everything was said and done, she lost him anyway? What if Justin decided to cling even more fiercely to his faith instead of following his heart? The stakes were high indeed but as her Abuelita Maggie had always told her before she died, "Anything worth having is worth the risk, mija."

Remembering those exact words, Alexandra Grayback steeled her resolve to give Justin Russo a couple of heaping doses of his own bitter medicine so that he could finally open his eyes to the truth. Consequently, she kept up the act, like the consummate actress she knew she could be, praying the whole time that her hare-brained scheme wouldn't blow up in her face.

"Get your meat-hooks off me!" she yelled back as she shrugged his large hands off her shoulders. As she stood back, she called on her powers of persuasion to convince the harried priest that she meant business. "Look, Padre. For three years now you've strung me along while you got to have your cake and eat it too. Well, guess what, Buster Brown? Dessert's off the menu!"

Anguished and heartbroken, Justin tried to take her in his arms. But in his haste, she managed to evade his embrace. "Alexandra, Alex...," he begged her desperately. "We've talked about this, my love- many times. You know it's not that easy for me to leave the -"

"-fucking priesthood," she finished for him, spitting out the words like a bad taste in her mouth.

From behind her carefully crafted mask of indifference, Alex quickly took noticed at the way Justin winced as she lashed out at him with pent up rage. Secretly, she felt terrible about her actions. However, she had to maintain the charade just a little bit longer so that victory could be assured.

"It's the same old song and dance with you, isn't Father Russo?" she snarled his hated religious title with feigned disgust. Shockingly, Alexandra then took things to a new low when she cruelly began to mock him, no-holds- barred. " 'Just give me some time, Alex'," she nastily jeered. "Or how about, 'The Archbishop needs me'? That's my personal favorite. By the way, that promotion didn't quite pan out for ya, did it?"

Ouch! That hit below the belt. She could tell it was a low blow by the stricken expression on Justin's face. His eyes were already filled with unshed tears of anguish. And Alexandra's guilty conscience began to gnaw at her insides as she observed how the heavy saline droplets were threatening to breach the levy of Justin's eyelids and overflow at any given time.

"Stop it, Alexandra! This isn't you. Why are you being like this?" Father Russo tearfully made his demands as he futilely tried to make sense of it all.

Meanwhile, the young war widow's exterior defenses held strong -the impassive expression on her face gave nothing away. Yet, despite the emotional turmoil she was causing, Alexandra knew that the dangerous game she was playing was almost over as she moved the final pieces into place.

Good, I've got the mouse right where I want him, she thought to herself, now it's time to spring the trap...

"What did you expect, Justin? To keep waiting for you until I'm too old and gray to be wanted by somebody else? You may have had your whole life mapped out. But I got plans too. I wanna see the world and get my kicks while I'm still young. So just fuck me for old times sake and then let me go, so I can really start livin'!"

Father Russo was so utterly blind-sided by Alexandra's diatribe, that for a few moments he just stood there, staring blankly at her, completely at a loss for words. Was her willingness to move on to a new life without him a direct by-product of his inability to make a choice?

Evidently, it was.

In the back of Justin's mind he had always known that being of two minds on the subject would eventually lead to abject heartbreak. And yet, he had persisted to keep his indeterminate stance, cowardly hiding behind a false sense of neutrality while he tried finding a resolution to his quandary. Sadly, he had never taken into account that Alexandra would work to find a solution on her own terms - by leaving him.

The very knowledge of that fact hit him like a solid punch in the gut. As a result, a numbing desolation immediately took hold, encasing his entire body in an icy sepulcher. He had driven her away with his selfishness and indecisiveness.

Is this what their three-year love affair had boiled down to? A few hateful words followed by a hasty exchange of bodily fluids and then what? Was this really good-bye?

This can't be the end! I won't let it be. If I have to tie her down to keep Alex from going, then by God, I will!

Yet, as these rampant thoughts ran through his head, Justin remained paralyzed, frozen in place like the saints' statues that graced the antechamber of his church. The time had come. He could no longer stand at the crossroads. A path had to be chosen, his path and to hell with the consequences. But as he mentally took those first tentative steps toward an uncertain future, his disbelieving eyes watched as Alexandra reach for her clothes. And that's when he was struck by a white-hot bolt of indignant rage.

"NO!" Father Russo bellowed as he finally sprung into action. It only took two long strides before he was upon her. He then used the superior weight of his hard muscular body, trapping the lithe Alexandra against the edge of the sacristycredens, effectively cutting off any means of escape. Next, Justin viciously threaded his fingers through her long hair, taking firm hold of her curls to keep her from slipping away from him.

Meanwhile, his aquamarine eyes became hard and unforgiving as they intently peered into Alex's startled brown orbs. When she tried to turn away from that soul-piercing glare, he cruelly tightened the grip on her thick tresses, forcing her to look at him.

"Not so fast, Alex!" Justin 's smile was ghastly and cruel as he regurgitated her words right back at her. "If you think you're leaving this room, then you're crazy. You're mine, do you hear me? MINE! And you're not going anywhere without me!"

During the entire ordeal, Alexandra Grayback appeared outwardly frightened yet, on the inside she felt nothing but calm. And the little shiver that went up her spine wasn't born out of fear. On the contrary, it was caused by expectant euphoria-because at long last Justin was at the tipping point. He just needed one more nudge to make him fall over to her side.

Summoning all of her powers for trickery, her face was the epitome of stoicism as she laid down the gauntlet. Rather serenely she proposed, "Then choose, Justin. It's either me..."

Then as she paused for dramatic effect, Alex pointed a damning finger towards the enormous life-like crucifix that hung right above the porcelain piscina as she stated with finality, "...or Him."

This was it, the moment of truth...

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As Father Justin Russo turned a wary eye towards the representation of the crucified Christ, his hold on Alex suddenly went slack at his eyes grew soft. Shockingly, for the first time in his life he wasn't moved by the iconic image. And it was in that moment of perfect clarity that he saw the religious relic for it was -a statue, an unfeeling idol fashioned from plaster and wood, nothing more. There was no love emanating from its lifeless eyes and inside its hollow chest lacked the emotion generated from a beating human heart. It was a dead and useless thing that no longer gave him comfort or peace.

Had he lost his faith? Perhaps to some extent. However, in the span of just these few seconds, Father Russo had discovered that the God that he believed in did not reside within these walls- perhaps He never did. Justin, infused with a new-found awareness, was now certain that an entity as intangible, infinite and omnipresent as The Holy Spirit, could not be confined to any man-made structure where empty rituals took place.

Furthermore, he was astounded by another realization - God's true message was not in the contradictory accounts written decades after Jesus' death on the Cross by flawed men with fading memories. To Justin, the Gospels were now meaningless words on a page and further proof that God's presence had always been elsewhere.

Evidence of His divine existence could be seen everywhere - from the petals of the most delicate flower to the breathtaking beauty found in the glorious colors of a sunset. Sadly, his dogmatic beliefs had blinded him to that fact...until now. And in the next instant, a second and greater epiphany took place when Justin realized that he wanted to experience the splendor of God's creation outside of this place and with the one person that meant the world to him.

With that final thought firmly implanted into his brain, Justin Vincenzo Pepe Russo cast an adoring gaze upon the woman that had utterly shattered any semblance of the dull, subservient and falsely complacent life he had known before. He finally understood what had happened to him and how his wily Alexandra had changed his perceptions on faith, life and most importantly...love. Yes, his girl was a devious yet clever minx. However, he knew that her heart, God bless her, was always in the right place. As a sense of utter relief washed over him, he came to the startling realization that his heart and mind were reconciled at last.

A fresh set of tears sprung in Father Russo's eyes as he decisively uttered the words that Alexandra had longed to hear. "Alex, I choose you."

Alexandra gasped when she heard his emotional declaration but said nothing in return. Warm, salty tears had already welled up in her chocolate brown eyes and were now flowing down the slopes of her cheeks. Yet, she couldn't stop the smile of pure happiness from parting her trembling lips as she continued to listen intently to everything Justin had to say.

"I don't want to spend another day, hour or minute without you," he continued to proclaim as he grasped her delicate hands in his. "I want to marry you, have children with you, and if God wills it, grow old with you and die in your arms. I'm just so sorry, my love that it's taken me this long to realize it. Can you forgive me?"

Alexandra smiled even more broadly, quickly discarding all pretense of anger as she released his hands so she could rush into his waiting arms. Wrapping herself around Justin's body like an agile Capuchin monkey, the elated girl started peppering his face with a flurry of kisses, marring his skin with her bright red lip stick.

"Of course of forgive you!" she said breathlessly as her limbs found purchase against the rock solid form of her lover. "I love you, you dork!"

Justin in turn placed his own arms around the squirming girl currently attacking his face and neck with her soft, pillowy lips. He began to laugh wholeheartedly as he felt an indescribable joy suddenly inundate his soul, filling every part him. He had never before experienced such a life-affirming and uplifting sensation yet he thanked God in heaven that it was happening to him now.

And as the shackles of shame and repression fell away, there was a new-found lightness in the clergyman's heart as it took its first winged flight of freedom. Finally, he felt bold enough to break away from the autocratic oppression of the Church and renounce its teachings.

Suddenly feeling enlightened and acutely aware, Justin now firmly believed that the very nature of the Scripture he had so diligently studied for so many years had been nothing more than the carefully selected narratives of long dead prophets re-imagined to collectively subjugate and control the unruly masses. He could see the truth so clearly- the Bible that he had clung to so fiercely had been scribed by greedy megalomaniacs -imperfect and sinful men that forcibly established the Church as an all-powerful governing entity, an enduring institution usurping and wielding God's authority on earth to topple kings and raze entire nations by papal decree.

Now that the disillusioned priest's eyes had finally been open, he came to the startling conclusion that the entire voluminous text, from the first book of Genesis to the apocalyptic passages of Revelations, had been no more divinely inspired than an issue of Mad magazine.

Infused by the undeniable truth, Justin felt empowered - finally, he had been granted the freedom to believe as he wanted and live the life his Creator had imparted unto him on his own terms. He was a giddy as a school boy as he pondered all the possibilities he wished to explore. He could barely fathom the fact that he could now love whomever he wanted without any fear or recriminations. And while the idea of emotional liberation appeared to be a daunting one, it was still a wondrous feeling to experience. Thus, he felt compelled to urgently express his emancipation in a manner most befitting the momentous occasion.

"I love you, Alexandra...forever and always." With that having been said, Justin's head swiftly swooped down like a bird of prey, so that his hungry mouth could passionately ravage Alex's quivering lips. He attacked without mercy. As his fingers entangled themselves within her thick, dark mane, his lips, teeth and tongue gave her no quarter, no place to hide from the havoc he was wrecking upon her mind and senses. He wanted to devour her, swallow her whole and make her a part of him, so that he could carry her always inside of him.

Alexandra, usually not one to concede on anything, completely surrendered to Justin's dominion over her body. The young woman sighed with contentment as he continued to lay claim to her very soul with his kisses. She then felt the touch of his roaming hands, everywhere. Her breasts, stomach, thighs, and buttocks were being lovingly caressed and adored. However, when his fingers brushed against the juncture of her hot, wet center, an inferno of lust ignited low in her belly before it spread outward, sending liquid fire to course through her veins. Then a sense heady euphoria overwhelmed her the moment her attentive lover began to stroke her folds in that thrumming, timeless rhythm known only to them.

"Oh, Jusssssstin!" Alex suddenly threw her head back, dragging his name out in one long sensuous hiss. As he continued slide his now slippery fingers up and down her slit, her hands quickly anchored themselves on the slopes of his well-defined shoulders. Relishing the feel of the rippling muscles just beneath his taut skin, she mewled contentedly before emitting a high-pitch squeal of delight when one of the tapered digits lightly grazed her hypersensitive clitoris.

Pleased by her immediate reaction, Justin quickly honed in on the little bundle of engorged flesh and proceeded to rub and pinch it with practiced skill. Meanwhile, he used his other hand to maneuver a flimsy, thin spaghetti strap off the delicate curve of a single shoulder. Slowly it went, down her arm until the creamy roundness of her left breast was revealed. The dusky nipple that adorned the ample mound's summit was puckered, taut and pointed straight out as if beckoning Justin to latch his watering mouth upon it and suckle to his heart's content.

Heeding the unspoken invitation, that is precisely what he did when his mouth eagerly blazed a hot, wet trail that began at the sensitive spot where her shoulder met her neck. He then anointed the skin over her collarbones with possessive open-mouthed kisses which earned him several breathy moans of approval from his lover. Needing no further encouragement, Justin continued to drag his lips and tongue downward, kissing and licking between the valley of Alex's breasts, leaving behind a shiny sheen of saliva in his wake.

Then finally, after what seemed like an eternity for both of them, he was just inches away from claiming the stiff peak that had been crying out for his ardent attention. Not wanting to waste anymore time, he savagely descended upon it, hungrily engulfing waiting nipple and most of her breast into the wide expanse of his oral cavity.

But as gluttonous as Justin was for her flesh, he discovered the physical limitations to his voracious appetite. There was no way he could fit the whole of Alex's voluptuousness into his mouth, so he settled on attacking her nipple instead- wildly laving and sucking on it at different intervals, while he increased the speed of his fingers on her clit.

The feeling of being simultaneously stimulated was an extremely intense one and it almost proved too much for Alex. And yet, her back still arched as she willingly yielded to the electrifying sensations brought on by the powerful suction of Justin's mouth and the unrelenting friction of his extremely skilled fingers. As her toes curled and her mouth went slack, her hands started to maul his strong shoulders, fingernails digging into the exposed skin. She then ran her fingers atop his bulging biceps, demonstrating a deep appreciation for the muscular definition of his upper arms with a groan.

It wasn't long however before Alexandra's feathery touches traveled upward, moving past his shoulders then across the expanse of Justin's broad chest. She then commenced to draw lazy circular patterns on the hardened pectoral muscles, deliberately circumventing the flat brown disks that were aching some attention.

After a few moments of teasingly torturous caresses, she finally took pity on him by slowly dragging the sharp edge of a long, red-painted fingernail over a sensitive nipple. When the stimulated nodule became taut and erect, she tweaked it between her thumb and forefinger, tugging and pulling until the desired affect was achieved- she smiled wickedly when her lover's moans of pleasure reached her ears. Yet, she was far from satisfied by the resonance of Justin's lustful melody.

Justin grunted then moaned, clearly inflamed by Alex's attentions. His penis meanwhile, had become painfully engorged with blood, pre-cum seeping from the very tip of it. And as his excitement grew, the rock-hard organ throbbed and ached with need as it threatened to burst out of the pants that barely contained it. Driven by unbridled passion, he continued to express his all-consuming desire for the woman before him, unashamedly and without inhibition. Finally free of the constraints put upon him for so long, he had been transformed into a creature of feeling and want. And his only concern now was the ardent pursuit of pleasure - demonstrating great zeal in giving and receiving it in return.

Ravenously, the disgraced Jesuit continued to noisily suckle on Alexandra's saliva-coated breasts- irrefutable proof that his hunger for Alexandra's flesh had not been abated by any means. At the same time, aided by the slickness of her feminine secretions, he unceasingly stroked up and down, then in and out of her folds, probing and exploring, until two of his fingers effortlessly slipped inside her warm, tight walls.

Like a man possessed, Justin immediately stretched the constrictive recesses of the vaginal passage by plunging the rigid appendages even deeper, luxuriating in the snugness of her tight little pussy while his thumb once again desperately sought out the small bundle of hyper-sensitive nerves. Once he found it, he smashed the pad of his thumb flat against the aroused protuberance and began to rub it in earnest.

Alexandra's eyelids slid closed as she loudly gasped, "Oh, God!" Wantonly, the young woman threw her head back, waves of long, dark hair cascaded behind her. With each masterful stroke, Justin was driving her closer and closer to the brink of ecstasy. She could already feel the advent of her release, coiling tight and low within her belly. Then as her legs began to shake and spasm from the effort of staying upright, she found herself panting for each precious breath.

She wanted to cum so badly, it hurt. However, she couldn't allow the sweet relief of orgasm overtake her just yet. Alex needed to feel Justin's hardened length deep inside her, stretching her walls and filling her completely. Only then would she succumb and ride out the tremulous shockwaves brought on by the climax that awaited her.

"Inside..." Alex whispered hotly . When Justin seemed to pay her no mind, she re-asserted her demands with a high-pitched whine. "I need you, Justin...inside of me- NOW!" She left no doubt regarding her intentions when she hurriedly reached down and firmly cupped him through the front of his pants.

Justin had been reluctant to relinquish the breasts he had been feasting on. However, the feeling of Alex's hand squeezing his imprisoned cock caused him to growl as he gave her his full attention. When he raised his hooded eyes and found her smoldering stare intently peering back at him he nearly he gasped. The pure lust he saw burning within her molten chocolate pools nearly outmatched his own.

Seeing her like this, with her hair unbound and wild, skin flushed and breasts wet and glistening from his nursing on them so thirstily, nearly made him ejaculate right then. However, it was the sight of her swollen, blood-red lips, begging to be claimed that made him so unrestrained and shameless. Wanting desperately to taste her mouth again, the amorous clergyman tried to lean in for another voracious kiss. His efforts were thwarted though by the small hand that had been placed upon his chest which prevented him from going any further.

As Justin cocked his head to the side, his eyes silently questioned his lover.

Alexandra, understanding the unspoken query, gave him her blatant answer. Suddenly, the fingers of her opposite hand slipped through his dark, messy hair, gripping it tightly. Roughly, she pulled on one stray tuft as she demanded of him, "I don't want kisses right now. I just want your big, fat cock inside of my pussy. Give it to me, Justin- hard and fast."

The directive was clear and he was compelled to obey...

oOo

In spite of Justin's puritanical sensibilities, hearing such a tiny, delicate girl like Alexandra use such filthy language always brought out the animal in him. And this time had been no exception. Driven by his most primal instincts, he quickly unbuckled his belt and shucked his pants off. His white cotton boxers soon followed which left the priest as naked as a jaybird save for his black nylon socks still on his feet. Not bothering to remove them, he honed in on Alex again.

Suddenly, he effortlessly lifted her by the waist with both of his strong hands. Then, with a manly grunt, he roughly slammed her bare rear-end onto the dressing table. Afterward, he grabbed her by the hips, dragging her to the very edge until her ass was nearly teetering at the precipice overlooking the floor. Lastly, he moved swiftly, placing himself at the apex of her spread legs. One large hand had been splayed across her back as he held her close, to keep her from falling. The fingers of his other hand wrapped around his hard length, shifting the organ into position at her entrance.

Although Justin's feat of strength had been an effortless one, since Alex weighed next to nothing, that didn't stop her from squealing with delight. She loved it whenever she was able to draw out Justin's inner caveman. The idea of his straight-laced persona transforming itself into a being so possessive and feral only added to her anticipation and heightened her pleasure. And now as she lay open for him, her cunt wet and dripping, she was fully prepared to receive and be filled by every inch of his steely manhood.

Casting a fearless gaze upon her lover, Alexandra she shamelessly begged for him, "Take me, Justin. Please, take me. I can't wait anymore, baby!"

Needing no further encouragement, Justin grunted and growled behind clenched teeth as his pulsating member suddenly breached her tight, wet opening in one powerful thrust, thus finally putting an end to her lustful yearning. The initial intrusion, aided by the natural lubrication still being produced by both of their bodies, allowed Justin to sink deeper into Alex's moist heat than he had originally intended. It didn't matter though...her vaginal walls still felt incredibly tight as they viciously clamped down on his cock.

The extreme pleasure he experienced right then was nearly akin to pain and felt just as excruciating. And for the briefest of moments the priest-turned-sinner had stopped breathing as he suspended all movement out of fear that his bliss would end too soon. Acutely aware that weeks without Alexandra had affected his usual stamina, Father Russo needed to pace himself or their coupling would be over be it had begun.

Closing his eyes, he let out a guttural groan as he savored the sensation of being back inside her after so long. Alex's womanhood was as hot as furnace and felt so, so good around his throbbing length. Feeling the intensity of her heat engulfing him tested the limits of the corrupted cleric's sanity. Overwhelmed by the need to thrust forward, Justin resisted pounding her into oblivion just yet. Thankfully, from somewhere deep inside him, he managed to harness just enough willpower to hold out a little longer until the urgency for a quick release had subsided.

However, a very aroused and equally frustrated Alex had other ideas. She needed Justin to move -NOW.

The young woman just wouldn't be satisfied until she attained the delicious friction she craved so desperately. Suddenly, the fingers that had been caressing his torso wove their way into his matted down hair as Alexandra's long red lacquered nails scraped the surface of her lover's scalp. Meanwhile, her smooth, shapely legs tightly wrapped themselves around his narrow waist. Next, she dug the heels of her feet into the small of his back and pushed -hard. All the while her angel's face bore the most salacious of smiles which explicitly broadcast her darkest desires.

Justin gasped and his eyes flew open as he felt himself slip even further into Alex's greedy core. Quickly, he glanced down to watch how his flesh disappeared into hers and groaned at the sight of it. He then looked up into her smoldering eyes and was immediately overwhelmed by what he saw. Yes, the flames of damnation were burning hot and bright within her smoldering gaze. And yet, those beloved orbs held something else that was even more luminous and pure.

Love is what he saw...honest-to goodness love, unwavering and everlasting. It was a sentiment so powerful, its brilliance easily outshined the carnal passions still simmering away on the back burner. And as the degraded priest beheld its beauty, his heart leapt because of it. To see his feelings returned to him ten-fold was in a word - miraculous. And he was truly in awe of this phenomenon which could have only come from one divine source. Humbled by the realization that his life had indeed been touched by the hand of God, Justin for a fleeting moment, almost felt unworthy of such grace.

And yet, the fallen Jesuit was thankful for the joy and freedom he was experiencing and he wished to convey his feelings the only way he knew how. Slowly, he closed his eyes, leaning in to slant his mouth over hers. Then just before their lips touched, Justin fervently whispered, "Thank you for loving me."

Suddenly overcome by the emotional declaration, Alex's breath hitched right before it was stolen from her with a rapacious kiss. While Justin made quick work to devour her luscious lips with everything he had, Alexandra wholly surrendered to his will. After all, she was his, body and soul, to do as he pleased.

But more importantly, he was now completely, unreservedly and unequivocally hers too. Finally.

Her eyes fluttered closed as she and Justin took pleasure from one another their mouths opened and tongues entwined. The lovers were now locked in a fierce battle for dominance as each tried to outdo the other in frequency and technique. And as the passion between them quickly escalated, Alexandra moaned in need as her hips began to undulate of their accord and then abruptly push forward, silently urging Justin to do the same.

Thankfully, Justin received the unspoken message and responded in kind with a few shallow thrusts of his own. However, he purposely restrained the true force of his lust, thus repaying the little minx for all the times she had teased him unmercifully. Especially these past few weeks when she had left him so desperate and wanting. Thank heavens she had finally granted him a reprieve at last from his forced abstinence. And just in the nick of time, since he was starting to develop calluses from stroking his member so much.

It was all the more reason to keep up the retaliation. And after another series of half-hearted pumps, a sense of triumph swelled in his chest as he witnessed the flicker of frustration slowly emerging from the pit of her eyes. The woman lying beneath him however, countered his lack of action by sensuously gyrating her pelvis, slowly grinding her wet sex against him...just the way he liked.

Dear sweet merciful Jesus, he mentally groaned.

The limits of his own desire were certainly being tested as Father Russo was systematically driven out of his gourd. Still, he had the presence of mind to take one final teasing jab at Alex before completely succumbing to her willful whims. Gazing upon the little vixen, a playful smirk sensuously etched across his handsome features as he cockily asked, "Anxious, aren't we?"

Alexandra growled her response like a she-wolf in heat. "You have no idea. Now move that ass of yours, if you know what's good for you!" Then in a sudden harsh motion, she twisted her hips sharply to bring her point across.

Justin had only laughed in the face of her desperation. Yet, the moment he felt the agitated movements of Alex's pelvis, the exemplary restraint he had demonstrated until now was fast becoming a thing of the past. Churning from deep within the recesses of his belly, the voracious need started to claw its way back from where it had been banished. Unbridled and rampant, his lust knew no bounds.

And Justin knew of only one way to appease such a demanding beast.

Ever so slowly, he withdrew from Alexandra's clinging walls until his painful erection was nearly unsheathed. She protested his retreat with a whimper as her greedy little hands tried to grab onto his hips. However, Justin deftly thwarted her efforts by tightly cuffing her wrists within his hands as he continued to disengage.

Although he was deliberately breaking their connection, the loss of her heat was mourned nonetheless, especially when the cool air being circulated by oscillating electric fan lightly kissed his sweltering flesh. However, Father Russo continued to ignore Alexandra's mewling complaints as he focused all of his concentration to the task at hand. His rigid member was now positioned just outside the opening of Alexandra's warm center. And as the organ twitched with anticipation, its owner cast a smoldering gaze upon the woman writhing against him.

Then without warning, Father Russo's left hand relinquished his hold on one of her joints while the right appendage kept the other wrist imprisoned . He then wove the fingers of his free hand into her thick, untamed tresses, until he had a fistful of the fragrant locks within his grasp. Justin then tugged on the hair, effectively pulling Alexandra's face closer toward his.

Alex gasped, clearly surprised by the bold move. And yet, her excitement increased when she saw the hungry intent burning in Justin's sea-green irises.

Meanwhile, the clergyman leaned in to harshly whisper in her ear, "You want me to fuck you, Alex?"

The moment the question was put to her, Alex's mouth went dry. Rarely did Justin resort to profanity, even under the direst of circumstances. Usually, the well-mannered priest preferred to express his ire or enthusiasm with more benign expletives such as "shoot", "darn" or the queen mother of all faux-cusses - "fudge".

Don't her wrong -Alexandra was all for good manners and such, when the occasion called for it. But in all honesty, sometimes Justin's chronic respectability really chapped her ass.

But now...as unbelievable as it may have seemed, her fussbudget, straight-laced lover had dropped an honest-to-goodness F-bomb which sent her already stimulated senses into overdrive. Just hearing his deliciously raspy voice utter that single naughty word as his hot breath fanned over her face caused her insides to flutter madly.

Alex's arousal was at its zenith-she could feel its narcotic affects burning through every corpuscle coursing through her veins while her nerve endings became hypersensitive. Every part of her body tingled with anticipation- just thinking about what Justin's fingers, mouth and cock could do to her at any given moment nearly set her off.

And as she labored for each blessed breath, it became abundantly clear that she was wholly overwhelmed by this man- her man, who's looming presence overshadowed everything, thus robbing her of her ability to speak.

Mistaking Alexandra's momentary silence for defiance, Justin scowled as he tugged her hair harder, forcing her head to bend until the curve of her neck was inches away from his mouth. At this close range he could see that a light sheen of sweat had developed upon her silky skin.

Shockingly, he longed to taste it.

With all of his inhibitions gone, he no longer wished to deprive himself of anything she had to offer. Thus, he lowered his lips to her neck, just above her beating pulse. Then in an astonishing move, he opened his mouth to run his long, wet tongue up the length of her throat, then sensuously licked the side of her face until the very tip of it flicked at the delicate shell of her ear.

"I asked you a question, Alex," he rasped again before his teeth latched onto a sensitive earlobe and pulled. Then quite deliberately, he alternated between biting and laving the soft little flap of flesh until he had her panting for him.

Next, Justin suddenly extracted his mouth to hotly ask, "Do you want me, baby? Do you want my hard, throbbing dick inside of you? Oh, I know you. I can smell that sweet, juicy pussy of yours just dripping for me."

Alexandra couldn't take it anymore - his words, his voice were all too much to handle. Somehow, her own voice was suddenly restored to her. Seizing the opportunity to express her needs, she pleaded for mercy with a high-pitched whine, "Oh, God! Justin, please, baby, pleeeeease?"

Justin smirked in triumph- he was in the driver's seat now and he absolutely loved it when she begged for him. But it wasn't enough, he wanted more. "Please what, Alexandra? I'm afraid you're gonna have to tell me exactly what you want or you won't get an inch of this cock." To illustrate his point, the emboldened priest rubbed the aforementioned member against her needy folds, teasing her.

"Now tell me, how bad do you want it?" Justin whispered to her hoping for a quick response to end both of their agonies. However, when she still stubbornly refused to answer him, the fallen man the cloth withdrew from the crook of her neck as he roared with rage, "TELL ME, you bitch!"

As Justin's blue-green eyes flashed in anger, Alexandra's entire body trembled as a result. It was as if her flesh had been unexpectedly struck with the sharp crack of a whip. And as she continued to writhe and tremble in the face of her lover's wrath, her mind raced with errant thoughts.

Good Lord, Justin is just full of surprises today. But I think I might have created a monster...

Indeed, the gentle lover that had only concerned himself with her needs in times past was no more. The thoughtful, caring man had definitely been usurped by some untamed spirit that thrived on sin and lust alone. In fact, the metamorphosis had been so drastic, Alexandra barely recognized the man who stood before her. This person, who was far a far cry from the timidly awkward clergyman, exuded nothing but roguish confidence and testosterone fueled aggression -an alpha-male in every sense.

And it was this primal masculinity which spoke directly to the primitive female that resided inside of Alex, silently commanding her innermost self to rise to the occasion. And that she did as evidenced by her physical reaction to the epithets that had fallen from his lips. She was surprised to say the least but pleasantly so by the utterance of so many obscenities. How many times had she begged Justin to talk dirty to her, to whisper all of his filthiest fantasies into her waiting ears? Too many to count. And yet the good Father's Catholic sensibilities had always prevented him from doing so...until now.

It was obvious to Alexandra Grayback that something dark and dangerous had finally been unleashed from deep inside of wayward priest. She could see the rebellious manifestation of this change swimming within murky green depths of his eyes. And for just a fleeting moment, her heart clenched fearfully until seconds later the willful young woman found herself welcoming this new entity with open arms and open legs.

Wrapping her thin forearms around his neck, Alexandra drew herself closer to Justin's hard body. Then with a coy tilt of her head, her sultry gaze met her lover's intense stare head on. Once she had captured his rapt attention, the young woman suddenly threw her hips forward effectively crushing her sex against his. Next, she viciously gripped the back her lover's head.

When the long, elegant fingers burrowed themselves into his sweat drenched hair, Justin hissed as he felt her sharp nails scrape along his sensitive scalp. And yet his stare never wavered as his rapacious eyes continued to wordlessly demand Alex's answer.

Father Russo's unspoken question was soon replied to when the young war widow hungrily growled, "I want you to fuck me with everything you've got, do you understand? I want you to make me cum on your rock-hard cock over and over again! And don't you dare stop even if this table breaks in half, got it?"

In that instant Justin's lips split into a wide predatory grin-a jackal's smile. The rest of his expression however, was hard and determined as the green of his eyes remained fixed on his prey, boring a hole straight through her.

When he finally spoke, in the huskiest voice he could muster, Father Russo affirmed, "I read you loud and clear."

After placing his throbbing member at her opening, Justin swiftly drove it home with a heavy grunt effectively impaling Alexandra in the process. She gasped and he moaned with relief as he quickly surrendered to the sensation of being snugly bounded by her hot, moist channel.

Six weeks...dear God, forty-two fucking days of being deprived of this, his sex-starved mind suddenly cried out.

Six weeks without her tight, wet pussy. A man can go mad being denied such a thing.

Indeed, it had been far too long. And he refused to go another six seconds without giving his body what it desperately needed -a good hard fuck. In the next instant Justin Russo set out to carry out this objective. And with single-minded purpose he began to pound into Alex with long powerful thrusts that rocked her very core.

Meanwhile Alexandra, who was suddenly overpowered by her lover's show of possessive aggression, endeavored to hold onto Justin for dear life as best she could. His rough lovemaking had definitely caught her by surprise. Grant it, she had practically begged him to tenderize her like hamburger meat. Still...she didn't take into account his due diligence to execute her request with such enthusiasm.

Alex, barely able to conjure up a coherent thought still managed to have one fleeting observation- God damn him! He's such an overachiever, not that I'm complaining.

Honestly, Justin's new-found fervor should have come as no surprise since he's always striven to do his best in all things, including screwing her into the furniture.

Not that she minded. She actually loved the way he was fucking her now, with such zeal and with the confidence of a man who knew exactly he wanted, consequences be damned. Indeed, Justin had become a force to be reckoned with as evidenced by the vigorous way he repeatedly drove his dick inside her which caused her to writhe with pleasure.

"Oh, Justin!" Alexandra suddenly cried out when she felt his manhood graze a particularly sensitive spot near her cervix. When he hit it again, she violently threw her head back as her back arched at an impossible angle. Squeezing her eyes shut her full-lipped mouth unhinged in a silent scream.

Seeing her throat exposed and vulnerable, Justin found himself engulfed by another wave of lust. Quickly, he moved in to latch his hungry mouth onto the salty skin that he proceeded to bite, lick and suck with abandon. He wanted to mark Alex, brand her with his teeth so that everyone that looked upon her knew who she belonged to.

As he continued to ram into her his mouth alternated between asserting his ownership of her and murmuring sweet nothings against the abused flesh.

"Mine, mine, mine..." he recited to her with worshipful devotion.

"Yours, yours, yours..." she mindlessly affirmed as the advent of her release started to coil low and deep inside her womb. All the while, her vaginal walls snugly gripped his invading flesh.

Drops of perspiration were beaded across both of their brows as Justin's body began to feel the affects of his exertions. And yet he refused to give into the exhaustion slowly seeping into his limbs until he and Alexandra reached a thunderous crescendo together.

Setting his face in an expression of grim determination, he redoubled his efforts by pushing his body beyond its limits. In one savage motion, he gripped the well-formed calves of her legs, lifting them high into the air before settling them upon his muscular shoulders. At this new angle Alex's pelvis tilted upward this allowed his penis to plunge even deeper into her core.

Justin rocked his hips forward at a ferocious pace. Faster and harder he stroked- every thrust was accompanied by a laborious grunt. Sweat dripped from every pore while his muscles burned and his back ached. A part of him wanted to give into the fatigue so badly. But by Christ, he couldn't let up...not until the woman lying under him was ready follow him into the abyss.

Alex was panting for every breath as her body tensed and her toes curled. God, she was so close- she could feel how her climax was steadily building strength. Her goose pimpled skin felt incredibly hot and flushed, further signaling her of her approaching release.

"Baby, I'm almost there," she breathlessly announced as her fingernails viciously raked down Justin's broad back drawing blood in the process.

Justin winced when he felt the cuts and yet ignored the pain. The only thing that mattered to him was their mutual completion. Drawing away from Alexandra's neck he brought his gaze upon her flushed face. He adored the way her eyes were still closed in a sign of blissful surrender. However, the former priest would have nothing less than her full attention.

"Alexandra, look at me," he rasped under the strain of his pistoning body as his verdant gaze observed her slowly come apart in his arms.

Naturally, her inherent laziness kept her from heeding his call. Instead, Alexandra Grayback selfishly wanted to remain as she was- blind, deaf and dumb to everything around her except her own pursuit of pleasure. But her persistent lover wouldn't let her be.

So it was with great reluctance that her eyes finally fluttered open. Almost immediately, her breath hitched when she suddenly encountered a stormy sea of intense green staring straight into the very heart of her.

Oh, God those eyes, Alex thought as she marveled at the beauty and clarity of Justin's bejeweled orbs. His all-encompassing gaze held all of the love, passion and devotion he felt for her. And she had no choice but to be moved to tears by such a display of raw emotion.

As a lone crystalline tear rolled down her cheek she was compelled to whisper softly, "I love you, Justin Russo." The very second the words had tumbled from her lips she abruptly struck head-on by the most extreme orgasm of her young life.

Throwing her head back, she shouted, "Oh, Justin!"

Wave after wave of erotic bliss engulfed Alex as her entire body quaked and trembled. Every nerve ending became hypersensitive, especially the ones connected to her nipples and clitoris which only prolonged and enhanced her climax. The joy she felt at that moment seemed never-ending as galaxies upon galaxies of stars went super nova behind the lids of her closed eyes.

Overjoyed by her tearful declaration, Justin sensed that the moment of their shared release had finally arrived. "I love you too, baby," he hissed between gritted teeth. When he felt her walls swiftly clamp down on him his own orgasm was triggered. Soon enough hot white sticky jets of scalding semen erupted forth from his male organ, effectively coating the constricting canal clenching around it.

Shamelessly, he throatily moaned her name for all to hear until his voice became a raspy, croaking sound. His frantic pelvic thrusts continued for some moments more, though not with the same precision as before due the powerful throes that were electrifying his body. While his limbs flailed and convulsed the defrocked priest's features contorted to express the magnificent ecstasy coursing through his veins.

oOo

Eventually, when Justin's strength finally waned, he withdrew his softening cock before collapsing heavily atop Alexandra's spent body where he rested his weary head against her heaving bosom. And as he laid cradled in her arms, he tried to reign in his erratic breathing. The task proved difficult due to his exhaustion but Justin smiled nonetheless, content to keep his body entwined with hers as they basked in the afterglow that had quickly settled in.

Suddenly, Justin yawned against a pale breast as a feeling of sleepiness began to permeate every inch of him. As tired as he was, the listless priest was tempted to succumb to its affects, nearly falling into a deep slumber. However, he still had the presence of mind to know that the sacristy was not the ideal place for a cat nap. Lifting his head a little, he affectionately kissed the glistening skin above his lover's heart.

Smiling, he looked deeply into her half-lidded eyes, marveling in the knowledge that such a beautiful creature was his to love for the rest of his days. So much time had been wasted as he remained oblivious to the pain he had caused this woman. Filled with remorse, Justin felt the need to apologize for his selfish actions. Only then could they move forward to plot out a life together. However, before he could put his heartfelt contrition into words, the unexpected resonance another male's deep voice abruptly rang out with indignant anger and retribution.

"What in the name of St. Peter is going on here?" Justin winced the moment he heard the very shocked exclamation coming from none other than his superior, Archbishop Herschel Laritate.

TBC...

A/N: Okay, I know that it took me forever to write this. And for that I'm sorry. I could offer up a whole laundry list of excuses...but the truth is I don't have any. I've just been lazy about writing.

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this final chapter. And for those of you still following this story please let me know by leaving a review.

The epilogue is up next. I don't know when it will be posted since I'm still in the process of writing it.