Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 93482 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 467(@200wpm)___ 374(@250wpm)___ 312(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93482 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 467(@200wpm)___ 374(@250wpm)___ 312(@300wpm)
Her eyes got wider, and her lips parted as her chest started to rise and fall a little more rapidly. She could pretend to be scandalized all she liked, but that didn’t change the signs of her body. It didn’t change the way her pupils dilated and the way her skin warmed to my touch.
My little angel could pretend that she didn’t like what I was saying, but her body told me otherwise.
“No. This is so wrong. You’re not supposed to talk like that. You’re not supposed to do those things that you do.”
“And why not, little angel?”
“Because you’re a priest!” she practically shouted, her little fists balling up at her sides. “You’re not supposed to do any of this.”
“Is that your problem? Is that why you refuse to let yourself truly enjoy the things that I do to you until you are lost to the pleasure? I can fix that.” I sat up, reached for my collar and ripped it off, throwing it to the side. “Better?”
“No! That means nothing.”
“You’re right,” I said, sitting back a little. “I saw your paintings. I know what will help.”
Keeping my eyes trained on hers, making sure she knew I could see inside her soul and there was no hiding the truth from me, I unbuttoned my black shirt, leaving the cross hanging from my neck, resting just below my sternum against my bare skin.
Once my shirt was off and I threw it the same direction I threw the collar, I crawled back up onto the bed.
“You are still a priest,” she said, her eyes trailing down my body. Just feeling her gaze on my skin was enough to make my cock throb.
Pushing down the feelings that she had pulled out of me, I refocused on my plan. I could have forgotten about the plan and seduced her sweetly. Shown her I was still a man under that collar and that my heart ached for her.
There was some temptation in that idea. To let her see all of me, the good, the bad, and the in between. I could show her everything she craved and offer it to her, letting her know she had my heart as well.
I wouldn’t be the first priest in a serious relationship outside of God. I wouldn’t be the last. But that wasn’t the plan. I had worked too long and too hard to be distracted by the sweetness of my little angel.
I pushed all thoughts of loving her aside and refocused on how this was supposed to be.
She was not supposed to seduce me. She was not supposed to pull me into the light. I was meant to drag her kicking and screaming into the darkness.
I reached up to the neck of her dress and started undoing the buttons.
“No, you are still a priest,” she said as she gripped the soft knitted dress.
“I am a priest. That does not mean I am not still a man. It does not mean your body doesn’t crave mine, or that there is any future in which you are not mine.”
“That is exactly what it means,” she countered as I pried her fingers away from the dress and undid another button.
“If that was true, then why is the Bible so full of stories about sex?” I asked as I pulled the dress, making a few more buttons slip undone all the way to her navel.
She opened and closed her mouth for a second and I pulled the bodice of her dress to the side, exposing her white cotton bra.
“If God didn’t want us to have sex, why did he make you so tempting? Why did he make your body so sweet?” I asked as I pulled the cup of her bra down and then put my mouth over her taut nipple, sucking gently before biting. When I released her breast to refocus on her face, her cheeks were blazing red, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip and her pupils blown wide.
“It’s still a sin,” she gasped, trying hard to convince herself more than me.
“If God didn’t want us to fuck, then why did he make sex so much fun?”
Again, she didn’t have an answer. I slipped my hand back down her body, opening up the few buttons left holding the sides of her dress together. As I kissed down her flat stomach, her breathing picked up, and I could feel her heart racing.
“If God didn’t want me to give you so much pleasure, why did he make you so damn responsive to me?”
“Please.” The words came out of her lips, more a prayer than a plea. I knew what my little angel needed, and I would give it to her. I would hand her the salvation she craved just before I used it to destroy her.
Kissing my way down her body, tasting her sweet, delicate skin as my hands hooked into the sides of her cotton panties and pulled them down her legs.