Chapter 6 - Going to Hell
Emma didn't know why she came back to the cabin. It wasn't conducive to her mental stability at all. She just had to look at the tree Rocket had been on to feel shivers run up and down her spine. And not the good kind of shivers. Those only came when she closed her eyes and let herself remember the feel of Killian's scruff against her lips when she'd gone completely insane and kissed the priest. Granted, it was only on the cheek. But even that innocent touch had rocked her to her core.
Pulling the zipper of her jacket up, she stepped down from the porch. The crisp, clean air around her might help find her equilibrium again. Walking to the edge of the clearing, she closed her eyes to concentrate on the sound of nature surrounding her, forcing herself to take in deep breaths. It actually helped. Just standing there, doing nothing. The tension of the last weeks seeped out of her, leaving her feeling lighter, as if an invisible weight had been lifted from her shoulders. Now she just needed to find a way to hold on to that tranquility.
A raindrop hit her cheek and she opened her eyes and looked up, frowning when she saw the dark clouds above her. Maybe she should head home before the rain really started. She hadn't even finished the thought when the decision was taken out of her hands. In just one second, the rain started to pour.
"Damn it," she cursed as she sprinted back to the cabin, her clothes soaked through in seconds. She could hardly see anything in front of her, hoping she was still running in the direction of the cabin. Seconds later, she saw a shadow through the sheets of rain but she was unable to stop her forward momentum. She crashed into the person who seemed to have appeared out of nowhere and they both stumbled up the porch steps until a hand clasped her forearm and an arm wound around her waist to steady her.
"Careful, love."
It took her only a second to register that voice and she groaned inwardly. Crashing into the priest she couldn't stop thinking about was the last thing she needed right now. Especially if he didn't call her by her given name but threw endearments around in his damn British accent that shot sparks of lust all through her body.
What was he even doing here? Not that getting an answer to that question would make this situation any easier.
She should extract herself from his embrace, should step back and run away as fast as she could. But for some insane reason her body didn't listen, kept her rooted to the spot.
Move, Swan. Goddammit, woman. Move.
Killian bit down on his tongue as he held the woman of his dreams in his arms. He'd come out to the cabin to enjoy some uninterrupted solitude. Instead the woman he'd sworn himself to avoid had almost knocked him off his feet. Literally.
She was pressed against him from head to toe, her hair brushing against his neck as she tilted her head to look up at him. In the dim light surrounding them, her eyes were a brilliant green, seeming to see way more than he wanted her to see as she just stayed plastered against him.
He couldn't move. Couldn't step back. Couldn't drop his arms. It was as if he was glued to her body. He knew he should push them apart, his mind screaming at him to step away from the undeniable temptation. But then her tongue darted over her bottom lip and withstanding temptation was no longer an option.
He swooped down and crashed his lips on hers, tightening his arms around her so that she couldn't get away. But she apparently didn't want to. Her lips opened on a moan underneath his, her fingers threading through his hair.
The kiss blew him away. It was way better than he'd ever dreamed. Hungry. Passionate. Mind-blowing.
Her body fit so perfectly against his, her hips rocking forward so that his growing erection pressed hard into her stomach. She moaned again and he angled his head to be able to deepen the kiss even further. She met him stroke for stroke, kissing him back as hungrily. He could have kissed her for hours, but the need for air put a stop to it sooner than he liked.
When she leaned back to look him in the eyes he expected for reality to come crashing back and pulling them apart. But instead of seeing shock and realization on her face, he could only see lust.
"Killian," she whispered with so much want and desperation in her voice that he could only lean down again and capture her lips in another searing kiss.
When they needed to separate again, she just pushed him backwards until she could reach the doorknob, her lips trailing over his neck as she fumbled behind his back until the door opened and they stumbled into the cabin. He heard the door fall shut a second before the opposite wall stopped them, his back slamming hard into the wood. But he didn't care. He was occupied with opening her jacket and shoving it down her shoulders so that he could map her whole body with his hand, eager to feel everything at once. Her hands were flying all over him, too. His coat hit the floor a moment later, her fingers biting into his neck one second, slipping under his shirt and digging into his stomach the next.
Her wet pants clung to her skin, making it almost impossible for him to find a way into them, not to mention fulfilling the desperate need to close his mouth around one of her nipples and suck at it until she moaned his name again.
He cursed out loud when one of her hands slipped between their bodies and found his aching erection, her fingers gripping his cock hard through his pants. He growled against her lips when she massaged his erection, his blood coursing downwards, making his cock swell even further under her touch.
With another curse falling from his lips he switched their positions, pressing her against the wood. He was so aroused that he had a hard time finding the zipper of her pants. It took him way too long between frantic kisses to pull it down, but then it finally yielded to his frenzied attempts and one of her hands joined his to help him push her pants down.
He was too impatient to take care of her panties the same way. He just closed his hand around them and tugged until they disintegrated between his fingers with a sharp snap. Finally he slipped his fingers through her folds. He growled when he found her already soaking wet for him, her lips quivering under his as he slid a finger into her. Her fingers tightened in his hair as he thrust slowly in and out of her, her walls gripping him so tightly that he wanted nothing more than to bury himself balls-deep inside of her immediately. She was already so ready for him. He didn't even have to wait to push two fingers into her. She was so slippery that he only needed to pump into her for a few seconds before he could add another finger, thrusting into her with three fingers now.
She welcomed it with a throaty moan, her hands falling from his hair. Her fingers dug into his biceps as she threw her head back, the sight before him making his cock grow impossibly harder. He pressed his thumb against her clit while burying his fingers deep inside of her and she froze, trembling against him for a few seconds until he started to move his fingers again while rubbing his thumb over her clit. The wet sounds of her cunt clinging to his fingers reverberated through the cabin, almost making him come in his pants. But he was determined to hold out until she climaxed for him.
He pulled his fingers out of her, just leaving the tips inside her before he leaned back. He wanted to see her face when she came. Her eyes fluttered opened, her chest heaving, drawing his gaze to her erect nipples, clearly visible through her wet shirt.
He looked down where his hand was pressed to her entrance, his fingers coated with her arousal. Something about the sight brought a sliver of reality back and he suddenly realized what he was doing. Pleasuring a woman with his fingers, looking forward to burying his cock deep in her pussy. Shame crashed over him, threatening to choke him. He'd broken his vows. All of them, in minutes. He didn't stop with kissing her. No, he'd shoved her against the wall and finger-fucked her like a madman.
His throat closed with guilt and he pulled his fingers out of her and stumbled backwards, his heart hammering in his chest as he looked at her. Her eyes were hooded with lust, her nipples poking through the damp fabric of her shirt. He averted his gaze to the ground and balled his hand into a fist. His jaw ached when he gritted his teeth so hard that he wouldn't be surprised if he chipped a tooth.
"Don't stop," Emma whimpered, her hands clenching beside her body as she rocked her hips in his direction. The wet sheen of her arousal coating her folds made him grit his teeth even harder. "Why did you stop?"
"I can't do this," Killian whispered, rubbing his hand over his face. Her smell lingering on his fingers hit him like a freight train. Groaning out loud, he dropped his hand, rubbing it hard over his pants to clean it off the evidence of her arousal. What had he done? "This was a mistake."
"You've got to be kidding me," Emma snapped, her eyes turning a deeper shade of green with her anger. She visibly trembled with rage as she leaned down to grab her pants, cursing loudly when it took her some effort to wiggle back into them. Killian was glad for the short reprieve, but when she looked up at him again, her eyes blazed fire at him. "You had no problem shoving your fingers into my pussy and putting your thumb on my clit, but moments before I come, you chicken out?"
He jerked, her crude language hitting him square in the chest, not that he didn't deserve her wrath. "I'm sorry. This shouldn't have happened. We can't...I shouldn't…"
"God damn you, Father Jones," she spat out, her mouth curling up into a mocking smirk when he flinched upon hearing her words. "That's right. You're gonna burn in hell for what you just did. Isn't that right, Father Jones? You'd just condemned yourself to everlasting damnation." She let out a dark chuckle, her shoulders straightening as she shot daggers at him. "You know what? Just go to your hell. You deserve it."
Without giving him a chance to say anything more, to apologize once again, she grabbed her jacket, slipped past him and rushed to the door. It slammed shut behind her, the sudden silence pressing down on him. Guilt washed over him in waves, threatening to drown him. And the worst of all was the fact that he'd hurt Emma with his inexcusable actions. Dropping down on his knees, he buried his face in his hand, a harsh whimper ripping out of his throat as her smell assaulted him once again.
She'd paid for his weakness. And he didn't know if he could ever forgive himself for that.
It was eerily quiet when Emma entered the church, all sound ceasing when the heavy doors closed behind her. She stopped right inside, straightening her shoulders and taking a deep breath.
She was so going to hell for this.
If she believed in hell. Fortunately, she didn't.
Her mouth curled up into a smile as she walked slowly towards the confessional booth at the side of the church, her stomach clenching in anticipation when she thought about what was going to happen in the next few minutes. It was all Killian's fault, after all. If he hadn't left her high and dry, she wouldn't be reduced to taking these desperate measures. She even had to go back to the cabin to close up and get her ruined panties. Something else Killian had to pay for.
"You had it coming, Father Jones," Emma whispered before she pulled back the curtain and slipped into the booth.
Her heart skipped a beat as she sat down, her eyes flickering up to the hardly distinguishable shadow on the other side of the small meshed window.
"Forgive me, father, for I have sinned."
A throat cleared loudly on the other side of the window, wood creaking as he shifted. His voice sounded hoarse as he said, "What kind of sins do you want to atone for?"
God, his voice alone made her wet. It brought the cabin back in vivid images, the way his mouth had devoured her, the way his fingers had buried deep, pleasuring her until her whole body was trembling with the need to come, something he had denied her by stopping right before she'd have fallen. He deserved this.
"I have very impure thoughts about a man who should not be the recipient of my unchaste thoughts. But you see, Father. I can't help it. I want him." The breathing on the other side of the window grew ragged, the sound making her smile. "I want him deep inside of me."
There was a short pause before he replied with a pained voice, "If he's bond by other vows you should not pursue it any farther."
"I wanted to stay strong, Father. I really did. But he made the first move. He kissed me."
It needed to be said. It wasn't her fault that they'd folded, given in to the temptation. He'd started it. She hadn't been strong enough to stop it. Not when his kiss had almost devastated her.
"Emma?"
She ignored the pleading in his voice, the fury still coursing hot through her veins.
"I'm even wet for him now. So, so wet." She lifted her hips and pushed her skirt up, her fingers ghosting over her already damp panties as she continued to torture him. "I lay in bed every night, letting my hands roam over my body, wishing it were his hands that explored my body. Caressing my nipples. Fondling my folds. Spreading me wide open with his fingers until I can't think straight anymore. Until I just want him to fuck me deeper. Take me over the edge."
"You need to stop," he rasped, the shadow of his face becoming clearer when he leaned closer to the window.
"He drives me mad with need. I get myself off at least five times a day. But the ache…" she trailed off, a small voice in her brain telling her she couldn't do this. Shouldn't do this in a church. Should respect his wish for her to leave. But she was still so angry. And so needy. She couldn't stop. Letting out a shuddering breath, she pushed her panties aside and slid her fingers through her wet folds. "The ache won't go away. I can't control it at all. Even now I need to soothe it somehow before it burns me alive. I can't wait a second longer. I have to satisfy it right now."
A tortured groan reached her ears as she slipped two fingers inside and started to pump them in and out of her pussy, the wet sounds her fingers made clearly audible in the confines of the confessional booth. She heard a zipper being lowered on the other side and she bit her tongue to keep the moan slipping from her lips.
"Can you hear it, Father?" she whispered as she added a second finger, thrusting them in and out in a frantic pace, needing to come so badly that sweat popped out on her forehead. She didn't even care that the sounds her fingers made could be probably heard throughout the whole church. "Can you hear how wet I am for him?"
A groan rolled over her, the telltale sounds of him jacking himself off reaching her ears. She would give anything to see him right now, to see how his fist was wrapped tight around his very impressive length.
"I want his cock to drive deep into me, pounding my flesh until I can't breathe anymore. Until all I can think about is his cock spreading me wide open, his hips slapping against my ass when he takes me hard and fast."
Her walls started to flutter around her fingers and she rubbed her thumb over her clit. She was so, so close. She just needed...a guttural growl came through the meshed window, pushing her over. A long-drawn out moan spilled from her lips, her walls clenching around her fingers as she came, her whole body shaking as she kept flicking her thumb over her clit until the last shivers of her climax subsided.
"Thank you, Father," she whispered. "For giving me what you should have given me yesterday." A wave of anger washed over her again, making her voice shake slightly as she added, "Reserve a place in hell for me."
His whole body still shook when he heard the heavy doors of the church fall shut, the back of his head hitting the wood behind him hard as he slumped into his seat.
"Bloody hell, woman," he growled, staring down at the mess he'd made of himself.
Guilt crashed down on him when he looked at the evidence of the depravity he'd just engaged in in this sanctioned building. His pants and shirt were covered in his cum, the ropes of his semen stark white against the black of his clothes. He'd come and come and come, imaging his cock being squeezed by Emma's pussy over and over again while he emptied himself deep inside of her.
"This is madness," he whispered, carefully reaching into the pocket of his pants to pull out a handkerchief to clean up as much of the mess as possibly.
Her voice was still ringing in his ears...Reserve a place in hell for me. He would definitely go to hell for this, but he couldn't blame Emma for his weakness. This was all his fault. Again.
She was right. He had started all of it. He couldn't fault her for coming to him with revenge on her mind. After all, he'd owed her an orgasm. She'd just taken it into her own hands while turning his world upside down while doing it. His cock twitched when he remembered the sounds her fingers had made as she pleasured herself. The moan that had spilled from her lips as she'd come. He groaned out loud when his cock started to harden again. Damn this woman. He'd never been so horny in his life. If he didn't get out of here fast, he would take his cock in hand and just jerk himself off again, imagining her splayed out naked in front of him, her fingers pumping into her glistening wet pussy while her eyes never left his, daring him to step closer and take over.
He bit down on his tongue hard as he reached for his cock, suppressing a groan when he shoved it back into his boxer briefs and zipped his pants up. Looking down, he checked if he'd removed all traces as best as he could before he stood up and pushed the curtain aside slowly, making sure nobody was outside. Letting out a relieved sigh when he found the church empty, he slipped out and rushed towards his office. He needed a few minutes to get himself under control again, not to mention that a certain vixen made it necessary for him to change his clothes in the middle of the day. And then he needed to pray. To ask God for forgiveness for the unspeakable sin he'd just committed on holy ground.
But praying didn't help him get Emma out of his head. He tried for over two hours, tried to clear his mind and let his faith take over. When Emma's moans rang in his ears again, he cursed silently and gave up. Maybe a walk to Granny's, a grilled cheese sandwich, and a bear claw could distract him from his impure thoughts.
He made quick work of putting his winter coat on and pulling a beanie over his head. The wind was bitterly cold already, a certain smell lingering in the air that promised snow. At least the gusts of wind made him forget about Emma for the few minutes it took to walk to Granny's. He was glad when he finally stepped into the warmth of the diner, rubbing his hand over his pants to warm it up again as he walked towards the bar.
Ruby greeted him with a big smile, leaning on the counter. "Grilled cheese sandwich, Father?"
"Aye. And a bear claw, please."
"Hot chocolate with marshmallows to warm up?"
Putting even more sugar in his body might be a great idea right about now. "Aye, add that to the order."
"Emma swears by it."
He tensed upon hearing Emma's name, what happened in the confessional booth popping back into his mind in vivid detail. He had to clear his throat before he could ask, "She was here today?"
"Yeah, about two hours ago. Didn't just bring in the cold, but a bad mood, too." Ruby shrugged her shoulders, busying herself with getting his order ready. "Said something about being one of those days, whatever she meant by that. I'll get it out of her eventually."
Hopefully not.
Killian gritted his teeth together to keep himself from blurting it out loud. He could imagine in what kind of mood Emma had been two hours ago. Her voice had been as icy as the wind outside as she'd told him to go to hell.
"Maybe it was just the weather," he replied, knowing that this was most likely not the case.
"Maybe, but then her mood might not have improved much over the last two hours." Killian raised his eyebrow in question, waiting for Ruby to elaborate her statement. "She went out to the cabin. She promised Mary Margaret to check on it."
Images of the things they'd done in that cabin not that long ago flickered through his mind, accompanied by the memories of the sounds she'd made when she pleasured herself in the confessional booth. He gulped down a groan, refraining from adjusting his cock as it swelled in his pants.
A sudden burst of fury slammed into him out of nowhere. He couldn't let her get away with that incredibly bad behavior. Fueled by his anger, he decided that confronting her right now was the best option.
When Ruby put his order on the counter he snapped it up, forcing himself to sound normal when he said his goodbyes to Ruby. As he walked out of the diner he was determined to walk straight back to the church. But instead of turning right he turned left, chastising himself for even considering to walk to the cabin on foot. He had a hot chocolate with him to keep him warm, after all. And some sustenance in form of the grilled cheese sandwich and the bear claw. He'd be fine.
It might be one of his worst ideas to chase after Emma, but the moment Ruby mentioned Emma was at the cabin, a jolt had rocked through him. He needed to give her a piece of his mind. Right now. She couldn't just walk into his church and desecrate it like that. She'd been in the house of God. She might be an atheist but she should at least have some respect. Maybe it was high time that she showed some. To his profession. To his faith.
Suddenly he didn't even feel the cold anymore, righteous anger warming him from the inside. The walk to the cabin took him almost ninety minutes, but it felt like only half an hour had passed as he stepped on the clearing. The flicker of flames shining through the windows made his anger burn even brighter. She was all cozy in there after getting herself off in a sacred building. But not for long.
Stomping up the porch, he yanked the door open and stepped in, ready to confront the vixen.
If someone were to ask her why she'd gone back to the cabin after giving herself an earth-shattering orgasm in a church, she wouldn't be able to give them a proper response. She'd told Ruby that Mary Margaret had asked her to check on it, but that had been a lie. She just needed a few hours to herself. She justified her being here by starting a fire. At least, she was checking that the chimney wasn't clogged.
Emma leaned back against the couch cushions and closed her eyes. She didn't really know what had gotten into her. She shouldn't have done it. However, being back in the cabin, the place of his 'crime', brought all the memories of the minutes spent with him in a fog of scorching lust back to the forefront of her mind. His kisses burning her alive, his thick fingers stretching her wide open as he pumped them in and out of her. A shudder wracked through her body, her core clenching around nothing.
She wanted him. Very, very badly. But giving in to her urges, letting her anger reign over her common sense, hadn't been right. She'd practically spat on his faith by coming into his church and finger-fucking herself to climax in the confessional booth. She might not believe in God, but that didn't give her the right to disregard his beliefs. Not to mention the fact that she'd ignored him telling her to stop. That was inexcusable.
Groaning she dropped her head down on her knees, cursing softly as she decided to go apologize to Killian for her ill-advised actions today.
She startled upright when the door was suddenly wrenched opened and a very angry priest stormed into the cabin, stopping a few feet in front of the couch to glare down at her with fire burning bright in his eyes. His voice dripped venom as he barked, "Have you gone completely insane, woman?"