With what felt almost like a sigh, the knots eased loose, and Alexander unwrapped the ropes from around Grace’s wrists until they hung from one hand. He turned her over so she looked up at him, her eyes two warm pools of furred darkness, like the entrance to the den of some wild, lonely animal. She brought one hand up to caress his cheek, and he kissed the indentations on her wrists where the rope had bitten into them. Her skin felt hot when he pressed his lips to it.
He lifted her slightly so that she sat on the edge of the altar, then crawled up onto it after her. Grace lay down underneath Alexander as he pulled the skirt of his cassock to one side to free his legs and hips. She parted her legs around him as he lowered himself onto all fours, above her. He knew he should feel wretched. What he was doing was a defilement of her and his vows; but he didn’t feel wretched. Grace traced the line of his jaw with cool, dry fingertips and Alexander turned his head to kiss them, and all he felt was love. “I wanted to see your face,” he whispered to her.
– excerpt from Clarion Call
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