The old man was holding King’s hand now, pressing his frail ones into King’s larger bronzer hands. Then he looked over at me and smiled, before turning and walking away.
“You seem like you know each other,” I told King when he finally turned to me. He had a fresh, excited look in his eyes, and I could now see the full effect that church had on him. It was like a soul cleansing experience for him, and if I could ever be religious, I knew that I would respect him for his faith.
“I’ve known Patrick for fifteen years. He knew me when I was a kid, and we’ve always sat together here for Sunday mass, every week without fail,” King said, and the smile on his face right then was genuine and far reaching. I touched his shoulder lightly and squeezed.
“You seem happy here, King, and that makes me happy,” I said, and it looked almost like a blush rose up on his face. But he was too masculine to blush! That look disappeared within a second, and he grabbed my hand and was pulling me towards the altar.
“Where are you taking me?” I asked him, as he kept walking. The others in the church had already started pouring out. The priest had positioned himself at the main doors to talk to the members of his parish.
“I want you to see the place, I know every corner here,” King was saying and I looked around me, taking some more time to admire the architecture of the room.
We stood for a few moments at the altar and gazed up at the ceiling. I was turning in circles on my feet, my hair tumbling backward…the beauty of the architecture was overwhelming, and I could feel myself getting calmer by the second. I could see the appeal the church had on King and suddenly, I sensed the shadow of his head fall over mine. He was kissing me.
I yanked myself away from him, clamping a hand on my mouth.
“You’re kissing me in church!” I hissed at him, trying to stifle the smile that was erupting on my face. King was smiling too, in fact, I could sense the familiar look of desire in his eyes too. Was he turned on? My eyes shot over to the front doors where I had seen the priest earlier, and I let out a slight sigh of relief when I realized we were alone.
“So?” he said flatly and grabbed me by my waist, he pulled me to himself with force. I landed on his chest, and he covered my face with kisses again. I tried to wrestle out of his grip, jerking my head around to the doors of the church. Nobody had seen us yet. Everyone had gathered around the priest who was speaking to the ones remaining.
“King! They’re going to banish you from church!” I scolded him, at the same time trying to not burst into laughter. The thrill of the taboo was too much to bear. I had an uncontrollable urge to giggle like a giddy teenager.
“They definitely won’t. My donations are what keeps this place going!” he said and kissed me some more.
I slipped out of his arms and still giggling, still feeling high on adrenaline; I ran away from him, around the altar and towards the wooden doorways at the back. King followed me through, and the sound of our footsteps were the only noises that I could hear.
The hallway was dark and seemed never endin
g. I didn’t even know where I was headed. King was behind me, fast on my heels and I ran, my laughter echoing in the narrow confines of the hallway.
At that moment, I was completely carefree; I was worried about nothing…and that was the happiest I had ever been. I knew it was absurd and childish, to be running down an abandoned dark hallway inside a church, but I didn’t care. And it seemed like neither did King.
“In here,” I heard him say, and his hand was suddenly on my elbow, and he had yanked me into a room. Before I even knew what, he was doing, he had bolted the door shut. I was breathing heavily, my breasts heaving as I looked around me.
The room seemed like it was straight out of a medieval church, with stone walls and candelabras on the wall. Rows and rows of cloaks and cassocks were hanging from trolleys.
“Is this the laundry room?” I squealed, breaking into another fit of giggles.
“Looks like it,” King said and lunged at me.
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We were kissing. King had me pressed up against the wall, and I could feel my back grazing roughly against the stone. He was kissing me deeply, his tongue thrusting into my mouth and keeping me in position. I kissed him back with equal force, my hands fumbling the buttons on his shirt at the same time.
A crazy adrenaline rush had taken over my body. The threat of being caught, the possibility of having sex inside a church…everything was powerful, overwhelming my body and mind.
“This is insane,” I mumbled when he pulled his lips away from me, leaving a wet trail down my neck, till his mouth reached the front of my dress.
“You shouldn’t have worn this dress, Valentina. This is insane,” he said and stepped back for a moment to admire me. My cheeks flushed under his gaze as I watched him looking at me. His eyes flitted over my body, drinking in the size and shape of my breasts, looking at the way my dress fell away from my hips.
He grabbed me again, and I gasped when he lifted me up in his arms. My legs dangled for a second, till he guided my knees around him. I held his biceps, and they were taut and thick as he held me in position. My legs were wrapped around his waist now.
“You gorgeous, beautiful woman,” he mumbled in a deep voice, as he looked at me. His breath was falling heavily on my skin, my face, my arms. It was like he was trying to memorize every cell in my body.
With one hand, he started pulling my panties down, and I watched as they flew to the floor. We were both fully dressed still, other than my panties which were on the ground now.
“King…what if…” I began to say, but he shushed me. His eyes were sparkling, dark and on fire.
“It doesn’t matter. You’re with me now, Valentina. Nothing matters,” he said, and I heard the sound of his buckle coming off, the zip on his jeans being pulled down. My breath constricted in my throat, for a second, I thought I was going to pass out from the desire and excitement.