I grinned and crushed our lips together, swallowing her laughter. The sounds of wet kissing filled the church, humming right along with O Holy Night.

My hands traveled her body, making her sigh and thrust her tits into my palms. I teased her endlessly, but she was used to it. I worked us both into a panting, sweat-slicked lather, and when I was certain my insides would burst into flames, I lined up my cock.

I made a few teasing swipes just to hear her whimper. Then I buried myself in her tight, wet heat.

“Sweet heaven.” As often as we fucked, it still frightened me the way I lost myself in her. I wanted to drown in her over and over and never resurface. “It feels so goddamn good.”

She felt too good to be real. I was holding her, kissing her, taking pleasure in her. It was all I’d wanted since I first laid eyes on her. When she was forbidden. She still felt forbidden, spread beneath me on the altar, impaled by my cock.

“I love you.” I plunged deep, submerging myself in her light.

“I love you back.” She kissed me hard, pulling me from the dark.

She was my greatest gift on the holiest night.

And I was her lessons in sin.

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Claire Contreras

Chapter One

Vanessa

I turn my phone over when I see the text message from my ex-husband come in.

“Miss V, I don’t get the assignment.”

“All you have to do is get a hanger,” I say to the fourth graders looking up at me. “A percha, you know?” I wait for them to nod. It’s a predominantly LatinX classroom and so I switch back and forth constantly. “You paste a paper in the middle and draw a book cover. Then, hanging from it with strings, you tell me what the story was about. Who the characters were, etcetera.”

“What’s a percha?” Rodney asks from the back of the classroom.

“A clothes hanger.”

“A gancho?” he asks. “That’s what you mean?”

“Oh my God,” I mumble under my breath. “Sure. Whatever you call it is fine, Rodney, that’s not the assignment. The book report is.”