She met him as a child, he raised her like his daughter...until she fall in love with him. She was the princess of a kingdom, betrothed to another strong king. He was a young priest, swore to only love god and never touch or even think about any woman. 
 Will he be able to resist that love and temptation, and stop himself from doing the greatest sin? Did she ever get the love she wanted? Or will she be trapped in a loveless marriage? 
And will society ever let them two together or the pure love will be treated as a sin?
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I chuckled hearing his answer, he was talking like a possessed man, without any emotion. I already knew I was going to get rejected by him, but still, I tried...
He is a priest after all and had years of experience in resisting seduction. What was I even thinking when I decided to tell him my feelings? 
“ Sure Father, I won't get late”, I replied and turned around as I get the worst idea of my life. I can't be more shameless, can I? It's all worth it though...for him, I have no shame. 
My heart was pounding, and my whole body was shivering because of fear. Was I really going to do this? Hell, yes. 
The soft silk gown fell from my body when I removed it. My long golden-brown hair was hiding my back but still, it was outrageous to stand naked in front of another man, and it was even more sinful if that man is your father!
I saw his lascivious gaze when I turned around after sitting in the bathtub. The rose petals were hiding my body, but my bare shoulder was still visible. 
It wasn't even allowed for me to reveal my full face to anyone, but here I am, naked in front of a priest.


Worship and Desire

Before today, as if he treated me like a fragile doll, who could break by his mere touch, but now the way his teeth just bit my bare neck, the way his fingers sank into my skin and his hand yanked my hair, tilting my head up, so his lips could devour every inch of my flesh...the way my whimper and cries and moans making him growl in pleasure and fuck his body, his big muscular body, loomed over me, hiding me under him as his warm chest pressed harshly against mine. 


It feels like, he wanted to wreck me, break me and mend me however he wish...and Jesus, I don't know where that pride, that pledge of mine of not letting a man overpower me had gone because right now, I don't give a damn, don't fucking care that how roughly he was treating me, that he was perhaps taking out his frustration and anger on me, at this point, this painfully sinful touch of his was making my mind insane, and every inch of my fibre wild for him. 


Chapter 53: Xenia