Prophet David taught that to join with anyone outside The Order was to bed Satan himself. As a Cursed, to join with anyone who was not a blessed handpicked servant of God, a chosen elder, was unforgiveable, punishable in the fires of hell. My head told me to keep my faith, that this was a test from God, that Ky was my temptation, and to hold out for my people’s salvation. But my heart told me I should be with him, that Mae was correct and The Order and my prophet were no more.

Ky, in his own way, had proven over and over again that he could be strong and protect me, starting with the slaughter of Brother Noah, a man he thought would be best rid from this earth—Ky was unaware that Brother Noah had been essential to my salvation. As I thought of the tall, handsome man behind me, my core grew hot and my thighs clenched together with need. He protected me, shunned other women to stay with me. Insatiable need to join with him drove me at this very moment. It was singular and completely against all I held ideal, but I wanted him… I was going to give in.

Feeling a provocative tingle ghost down my spine, I gasped and spun around only to find Ky’s hand outstretched, his finger held midair.

“Fuck, Lilah…” he hissed and rubbed along his manhood as he let his enamored eyes run from the top of my head to the tips of my toes. I swayed lightly on my feet while under his scrutiny, until his stare once again found mine.

He held out his hand; I accepted. He pulled me to his chest, flesh against flesh, racing heart against racing heart. Plunging his hand into the mass of my hair, Ky jerked me forward, a pained moan tearing from his throat, and his lips crashed against mine, tongue darting into my mouth. A firm hand gripped my waist, then ran down to my behind, kneading at the flesh, a long groan slipping from his busy lips.

Ky tore his mouth away. His lips and teeth sucked and nipped at the side of neck, my eyes rolling back at the intense swirling in my stomach, at the unbearable heat and pressure building in my core and my breasts.

Ky’s hot mouth moved down to my chest, and I felt his finger lower toward my heat. I suddenly cried out as the tip ran along the opening, circling and rubbing against something that was sending lightning bolts of pleasure through my body.

“Ky!” I shouted and my eyes found his. “I cannot… What is…? That feels… feels…”

“Fuckin’ perfect, baby. You’re so wet… I need to fuck you… I need to feel you wrapped around my cock.”

Pulling from his grasp, I lowered my head in submission and moved toward the bed. Crawling on the mattress, Ky jumped off the edge and watched me like a hawk as he tucked his fingers into the side of his undergarment and began pulling them down, freeing his large, erect manhood from its confines.

I swallowed hard as I gazed lustfully at Ky, naked and very ready. He was perfect. He was breathtakingly beautiful, and he was looking upon me with a stare that made my heart soar to the heavens.

Nothing about him seemed sinful or damned right at this moment. Nothing about joining with him seemed wrong or immoral. Brother Noah never looked upon me in such a way; there was never love or sensuality in his eyes as he took me so brutally, so aggressively. But Ky, I saw everything within Ky. Being joined with him carnally called to me, just as strongly as I was called to my faith.

He wanted me like no other man ever had… unconditionally. And I yearned to feel, if only for a brief moment, what this truly felt like, what Mae felt with Styx.

Ky took tentative steps forward, his hard body lithe and sculpted. I waited for him on my back. Closing my eyes, I held my breath, waiting for the moment Ky’s hands would touch my skin. I could not tolerate the wait, strong unknown desires ridding me of my fears.

“Lilah,” Ky growled in a low voice, and I tensed. Ky’s hand then landed on my chest, and with his fingertips, he caressed down between my breasts with the touch of a feather. I could not help but open my eyes. I needed to see him… to watch him.

Leaning forward, Ky brushed a kiss on my cheek. I inhaled… Smoke and the whisper of oil and leather. It was the smell of comfort to me.

Ky’s lips kissed all across my face until they ran softly over mine. Pressing himself farther against my body, his fingers, drifting north to push away the hair from my face and he leaned back, breaking from my mouth, his attention firmly on me.

The air crackled, like electricity was between us. My hips rolled as a desperate sensation flooded between my legs, and my back arched, a moan leaving my lips.

Dragging his teeth on his lower lip, Ky used his massive strength to roll me onto my back and he hovered above me, his face just a hairsbreadth from mine, his warm sweet breath blowing against my cheek, causing me to feel his dominance down to my bones.

“I’m gonna treat you real good, show you how it is to be with a man. No, not just any man, how it is to be with me,” he emphasized.

Nudging my legs apart and placing his large body between them, his hips thrust up against mine. I gasped at this foreign feeling.

Ky’s hand ran up my waist and gently cupped my breast, his mouth licking and nipping at the flesh before he pulled my nipple into his mouth, sending jolts of heat to my core. Moaning, I clutched his hair as I felt stirrings down there, a pulsing, throbbing need.

Ky worked his hips against the apex of my thighs and my eyes widened when I felt his long, hard length flush against me. “Fuck, Lilah, these tits are fuckin’ perfect, fat, firm, and fuckin’ huge… perfect. I’ve been dreaming of them… Tastes better than I ever imagined.”

Groaning, Ky began to move downwards, his tongue lapping every inch of my damp skin—my torso, my stomach and down over my hips. Shock about where he was heading made me arch off the mattress and his palm reached up and flattened on my chest, keeping me down, right where he wanted me.

“Ky, please, what are you doing?” I begged, out of mind with need.

His head lifted just a fraction, enough for his eyes to meet mine, and he asked, “You ever come, baby?”

My heart beat faster as Ky’s finger ran down the slit of my core. I felt wet and hot and a mass of shivers sang out along my skin. “I do not understand your meaning…” I managed to speak, though my voice quivered as it trailed off.

“When the cult cunts fucked you, did you ever like it?”

Feeling the sting of tears springing in my eyes, I shook my head and tried in vain not to break down. I did not need to be reminded of those times, especially when I was in this sacred place with Ky. This was different for me. I wished for no ghosts in this bed.