I know the cliffhanger in the last chapter was a little mean. I hope this chapter makes up for it. :-)

Chapter 7 - Fall into Temptation

Killian was shaking with fury as he stared down the woman who had the audacity to step into the church and pleasure herself in the confessional booth. She'd practically forced him to wrap his hand around his cock and get himself off alongside her. A small voice in the back of his mind tried to remind him that a few hours ago he'd put the whole blame on himself. But he just ignored it. After all, feeling anger was so much easier than feeling guilt. He also ignored the sizzle of lust that went straight to his cock when she jumped up, coming nose to nose with him, her eyes spurting fire and her face flushing enticingly.

"Not insane. I just needed to get off. Since a certain someone wasn't able to give me what I needed," she shot back with a nonchalance that made him see red. Simultaneously, his brain was attacked by an image of her fingers thrusting deep into her pussy, not that he'd seen it. But God, her anger fueled his own even further, and his cock got even harder.

"We were in a church," he hissed, leaning down so that his lips almost brushed hers.

"I was well aware of that," she drawled, her hand coming up to his chest to push him back. "Payback is a bitch…Father Jones."

Something inside of him just snapped, leaving his control in shatters. "I'll give you payback, Miss Swan."

He hauled her into his arms, lifting her off the ground and plopped her down on the table. Her breathing quickened when he pushed her backwards until she lay flat on the table. He shrugged out of his coat and threw it on the floor. Stepping closer, he grabbed her skirt and shoved it up over her hips, wrapping his fingers around her panties. For a split second he hesitated, the red veil of fury lifting as he locked eyes with her. He stilled his fingers, expecting her to push him away. Tension crackled through the air as she just continued to stare at him. He was close to stepping back when her mouth curled up into a smirk and she spread her legs wider, rocking her hips upwards. Before she could even say anything he was on his knees in front of her, shoving her panties aside and burying his mouth in her folds. He groaned when her juices hit his tongue and he started to lick her folds up and down, his cock pushing hard against the zipper of his pants when she squirmed against his mouth. He let himself savor her taste for a few seconds before he leaned back to look up at her, her panties sliding back in place.

"Was that what you wanted, Emma?" he growled, lifting his hand to put his palm over her panties. "You wanted to be devoured by me until all you can think about is how I'll make you come over and over again until you can't walk any longer."

Her thighs trembled against his shoulders, her eyes wide with need. He saw her gulp hard. Twice. Her mouth opened and closed a few times as if she was searching for words, words she apparently wasn't able to find. Instead her hands closed around the hem of her shirt and pulled it up to her neck. Her fingers shook as she reached for the cups of her bra and pushed them down, her fingers closing around her erect nipples and tugging at them. Her head fell back on a moan as she played with her nipples, the sound going straight to his cock. God, she was irresistible.

Her eyes found his again as she pulled her legs up to put her feet on the table. Lifting her hips, she looked at him expectantly. Her panties were wet with her arousal and he licked his lips, eager to taste her again. But this time he didn't want any fabric limiting him. He stood and grabbed her legs, pulling them up to put them against his shoulders. Snagging her panties, he dragged them up, pushing her legs towards her chest to pull them over her feet. The moment the fabric slipped over her toes she put her legs on the table again. Dropping back down on his knees, he brought his fingers to her folds and spread her open to give him better access. He was determined to drive her crazy. The moans and whimpers that fell from her lips as he devoured her told him that he might succeed in that regard.

"I…" He pushed deep into her with his tongue, fucking her relentlessly while circling his thumb over her engorged clit. "God, I…Killian...I…"

She moaned loudly as her walls fluttered around his tongue, her legs tightening around his head as she came. He didn't relent though, wanting her to be mad with need. He pulled his tongue out and flicked it over her clit, his cock jerking in his pants as she whimpered. He sucked hard at her clit at the same time he pushed three fingers deep into her. She let out a strangled scream as her walls convulsed around him once again, the force so great that he feared for a split second his fingers might break. He kept thrusting his fingers into her, leaning back slightly to watch her face as she came down from her high.

Her eyes were hooded, her cheeks flushed as she looked at him. Her tongue darted out and licked over her bottom lip, a soft whimper escaping her when he pulled his fingers slowly out of her. She kept her legs spread wide open, just stared at him, probably waiting for his next move. He was hard as a rock, his cock wanting nothing more than to thrust deep into her. He almost ripped his belt apart as he unfastened it. Pulling down the zipper, he just pushed his pants and boxer briefs far enough down his thighs to free his cock from its confines, immediately wrapping his hand around it.

"You want that?" he asked, his voice only a harsh rasp as he pumped his cock through his fist. "You want my cock?"

"Yes," she whispered, licking her lips once again as she watched him jerking himself off. "That's exactly what I want."

"Then that's what you'll get."

He pushed her legs even further apart, stepping between them. Pushing his cock down, he aligned it with her entrance. Her juices coated his erection, the wet touch suddenly bringing him back to reality. Protection. Bloody hell. He'd almost forgotten to use any kind of protection.

Squeezing his eyes shut, he let out a deep groan, unable to step back from the scorching heat of her folds against his cock. He might die on the spot if he wasn't in her in the next seconds, but he still needed to make sure he could take her without a condom. Gritting his teeth, he put a stranglehold on his control, needing a few seconds before he could actually speak, "No condom."

"On the pill. I'm on the pill, Killian." Her nails dug into his skin as she closed her fingers around his wrist, her legs wrapping around his waist to keep him in place as if she feared he would step back. That was definitely not going to happen, especially when a whimpered plea fell from her lips, "Please."

How could he withstand this blonde temptation, looking up at him with a hooded gaze, her legs locked tightly around his waist while her soaking wet pussy teased the head of his pounding cock?

"As you wish, love."

And then he pushed into her in one long slide. Her walls clamped around him, enveloping him like a vise. He couldn't breathe, couldn't move. She felt like heaven. So wet and hot and…he was going to hell. But what a way to go.

Her walls contracted around him once again, her nails digging so hard into his arms that he wouldn't be surprised if she drew blood. He kept still inside of her, fighting for control. Then she whispered his name, and he couldn't wait any longer. He pounded into her without finesse, giving her everything she apparently needed from him and more. He put so much force into his next thrust that the table skidded over the floor and knocked hard into the wall. He stopped, buried deep inside of her, fearing for a moment that he might have hurt her, but before he could ask her she wrapped her hand around his neck and pulled him down to kiss him senseless. He had a hard time drawing air into his lungs, and she pressed her hand against his chest and pushed him back.

"Is that all you've got?" she asked him, tightening her legs around his waist as she slid her hand down her chest until she could rub her fingers over her clit.

God, this woman would surely be the death of him. He pulled out of her slowly, letting her feel every inch of his length. When only the head of his cock remained inside of her he stopped, leaving her wanting as long as he could manage. Seconds ticked by, the knuckles of her fingers rubbing over his cock as she kept pleasuring herself, a defiant expression flickering over her face as she held his gaze without saying anything. The unspoken challenge in her eyes broke the last strands of his control and he pushed into her, taking her faster and faster.

"Is this what you want, Emma?" he growled, not slowing down his pumping hips even when sweat started to drip into his eyes. "Getting fucked hard and fast? Having my cock deep inside of you?"

"Yes. Oh my God, yes."

"I should keep you like this for hours. Should fuck you so long that you feel me for days to come."

"More," Emma whimpered, her fingers picking up speed as her back bowed off the table. "Give me more."

Leaning forward again, he snapped his hips back and forth frantically. He felt the tell-tale tingle of his climax in his lower back, holding on to the last vestiges of his control to keep his orgasm back just for a few moments longer.

"Come for me, Emma."

He shifted his hips to find the spot deep inside of her, letting out a triumphant growl when her eyes shot opened, her body tensing before she orgasmed once again around him. His hips stuttered as the pressure around his cock became unbearable and he came on a groan, spilling his release into her. His whole body trembled as his cock kept jerking inside of her, his knees almost giving out on him with the force of his climax.

He dropped his head on her shoulder, his breath coming out in harsh pants. Her hand slipped out from between their bodies, her fingers trailing over his arm up to his neck. He let himself rest against her for a few more seconds before he'd recovered enough to push himself up.

He should have felt guilt as he pulled out of her, but it didn't come. Instead he looked down at her, not able to keep a cocky smirk off his face as he watched his cum drip from her swollen folds. Without thinking he reached for her, swiping his fingers through the sticky mess.

"Again," he growled, slipping three fingers into her while his thumb pressed against her clit.

"Killian, I can't," Emma whimpered, her hips belying her words as she rocked on his fingers.

"You can," Killian demanded, crooking his fingers until he found her spot again. "Give me one more."

Her walls twitched around his fingers, her whole body starting to tremble as she chased her orgasm. It didn't take long until she fell apart again. He slowed down considerably then, knowing she must be hypersensitive by now. Pulling his fingers out of her slowly, he lifted them to her mouth, his cock jerking back to life as her lips closed around his fingers to lick them clean. He'd never been able to get hard again so fast after a climax, but apparently the sorceress lying on the table before him managed to keep his body in a constant state of arousal.

"Should I take care of that problem, Killian?" she drawled as she flicked her gaze down to his rapidly hardening cock.

His given name coming out of her mouth never ceased to shoot shivers down his spine, especially when she said it in that throaty voice. Add to that her appearance, all disheveled and completely debauched and he couldn't keep his cock from not reacting. It jerked against his stomach and he reached down to close his fingers around the base before he would come from the vision in front of him alone.

"It looks painful," Emma rasped as she sat up and pushed him back so that she could jump off the table. She didn't bother with putting her bra and shirt back in order, her hard nibbles begging him to suck them. When his eyes wandered up to her face again she shot him a devilish smirk as if she could read his thoughts. Lifting her hands, she started to play with her nipples, eliciting a deep growl out of him.

"Aye, you can help me with my problem," he whispered, stroking up and down his cock, their combined fluids coating his hand arousing him even more. If that was even possible.

"As you wish," she responded, closing the gap between them and dropping down on her knees.

He gripped his cock harder, bumping it against her mouth. She licked her lips, her tongue darting over the tip. And then she opened her mouth and took him in, and all he could do was bury his hand in her hair as she sucked and licked him as if her life depended on it.

"Emma, I'm…you should…"

He didn't get more words out as she deep-throated him at that moment and gulped around the head of his cock. He shot down her throat then, his fingers tightening in her hair as she took everything he gave her, swallowing every last drop of his cum before she let him slip out of her mouth.

"I…that was…"

He wasn't able to form any coherent sentences, his brain unable to work at all when she lifted her hand to her lips and caught a drop of his cum at the corner of her mouth and licked her finger clean.

"Long overdue," she told him with a satisfied smirk on her face. "Wouldn't you agree, Father?"

The one word was like a bucket of ice water dumped over his head, the contrite expression flitting over her face telling him she'd realized the kind of mistake she'd made by reminding him of his profession a second too late.

He'd just fucked a woman. And he had enjoyed it. Something he wasn't allowed to do, wasn't allowed to have. He'd completely lost his mind after she'd appeared in the confessional booth and driven him nearly mad with need. She'd sat there behind the meshed window and fucked her fingers into her pussy, commenting every single thing she did to her body and what she fantasized about him doing to her. But it should have never become reality.

"Killian, I…"

"I have to go."

He put his clothes back in order without looking at her, almost ripping the zipper of his pants off in his haste to get away from her. Not that he needed long to get dressed again since he'd just shoved his pants far enough down his thighs to free his cock. He hadn't had the patience to get rid of his clothes. He'd just needed to be in her. Feel her tight sheath envelop his pounding cock. He hadn't thought about anything but plunging into her and giving her what she wanted. What they both wanted.

"We're not finished with each other, Father Jones."

His eyes snapped back to hers. Her words were a clear challenge. A challenge he wouldn't accept. Couldn't accept.

"We are finished, Miss Swan," he responded determinedly, leaning down to grab his coat off the floor. He'd succumbed to temptation, but he wouldn't repeat that mistake again. "This can't happen again."

He walked briskly towards the door, forcing himself to not look back over his shoulder. He knew he'd fold the moment his eyes fell on her again. Knowing what he did was wrong didn't make the need go away at all. He still wanted her, wanted to just turn around and pull her into his arms. Stay the whole night and fuck her over and over again. Maybe then he'd be able to get her out of his system.

He stepped out of the cabin and shut the door silently behind him. Closing his eyes, he rubbed his hand over his face, gulping down a groan when her scent assaulted him. His hand started shaking, his whole body strung insanely tight with tension as he willed himself to stay strong and not go back in.

Turning around, he pressed his head against the wood, taking in a few deep breaths to calm his racing heart. He heard her rustling around inside and he put his hand on the door, sudden tears pricking the back of his eyes as he just stood there, unable to walk away. He knew he needed to move, needed to be gone before she came out, but he didn't want to leave her. He wanted to stay. And not only for the sex – he wanted to hold her close the whole night, just wanted to be near her.

Something he could never have.

What had she been thinking confronting him in the church? She knew, or hoped, where it would end. Did she learn nothing by suffering through the series 'The Thorn Birds' that Ruby had forced her to watch a few months ago? Never get involved with a priest. Never. It didn't end well. She damn well knew that. She didn't need to watch a fictional couple to tell her that. It was common sense to keep your hands away from a priest. He couldn't be with her. He'd taken actual vows to stay celibate. And she'd just ignored her brain telling her what a bad idea going after him was.

She should have ignored the insane attraction she felt for him. But Storybrooke was a small town. Even if she'd wanted to never see him again, they were bound to run into each other at some point. But she should have stayed strong. Shouldn't have given in. She was such an idiot. It was her own damn fault. Now she needed to deal with the consequences of her stupid decision.

Her thighs were sticky with his cum, his semen still trickling out of her as she put her bra and shirt back in order. She almost reached down to trail her fingers through her folds, just to remind herself that this hadn't been all a dream, not that she really needed the reminder. Her whole body ached from the hard fucking he'd given her. A full-body shiver ran through her as she tensed her muscles deliberately to make herself feel the ache between her legs. He'd just given her four orgasms, something her over-sensitive clit reminded her off with every move of her body. And she wanted him again. If he stepped through that door right now, she would throw herself at him and beg him to take her once again. How pathetic was that? She didn't beg.

She was apparently a glutton for punishment. She shouldn't have pursued him further after he'd left her in the cabin the first time. She should have been smarter. But every time she'd thought about how he'd pushed her to the brink just to leave her there and not finish what he'd started, a new wave of anger had washed over her. An anger that had propelled her into doing something reckless, like walking into a confessional booth and getting herself off to taunt a certain priest. If she was honest with herself, she hadn't expected his reaction to be this epic. He'd thrown her for a loop by actually pursuing her immediately, his angry entrance making her react without thinking. She'd wanted to apologize to him. Instead she just let herself be swept away by his passion. She'd expected him to either avoid her at all costs or to pull her aside at one point to read her the riot act. But not this. She didn't expect him to fuck her like that. Hard and unrelenting.

Sighing softly, she picked up her panties and put them back on. She needed to get out of here as quickly as possible, but first she needed to take care of the fire. She was glad when she saw that only a small amount of embers were left in the ash. Going into the kitchen, she forced her thoughts away from the priest and the last hour. She reached into the cupboard and pulled out a big measuring cup to fill it with water. Walking back into the living room, she crouched down before the fireplace and spread the ash out with the poker, pouring the water slowly over the remnants of the fire. When the small swirls of smoke had dissipated she swiped the poker through the ash to make sure no embers remained before pulling the fireguard in front of it.

Straightening, she took a quick look around to make sure everything looked normal. It was then that she realized that the table was still pushed against the wall. With a groan she walked over and put it back in place, shoving the memories of what had happened on it into the darkest recesses of her mind.

Eager to leave, she walked briskly to the door. When she stepped out she actually looked around, chastising herself a second later for even having the smallest hope that he might still be here. She quenched the sudden need to pound her forehead against the wooden wall to knock some sense into her brain.

He didn't want her. Not really. She'd pushed him into it. Pushed him so far that he apparently lost sight of his humanity and let the remnants of his animal nature take over the reigns. Giving in to temptation and fucking her had just been a result of hormones going wild, not something genuine. Just raw need, nothing else.

This had been a one-time thing, even if she told him otherwise. No matter how hot and satisfying it had been. She just had to find a way to live with that even if she still wanted him.