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Chapter 277: The Priest's Confession: The Widow(I)
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"Always," said Lucien."Do you both want me?""Yes," they said at once.She closed her eyes for a long moment. When she opened them, something fierce and bright had risen in her chest, a feeling she hadn't felt in years: the feeling of being entirely, thrillingly alive."Then I'd like you both to stay," said Rose.Father Brennan came to her slowly, the way a man approaches something he has wanted for a long time and is afraid of breaking. He took her face in his lean, strong hands and looked at her."Tell me if it's too much," he said."I will."He kissed her.It was different from Lucien's kiss. Slower. Deeper. A kiss from a man who had spent thirty years learning restraint, and who was letting it go one careful piece at a time. She melted against him, sighing into his mouth, and behind her she felt Lucien's hands settle on her hips and his mouth find the back of her neck.Two priests. Two mouths. Four hands."You're trembling," said Matthias against her lips."I'm not afraid.""I kn
The Forbidden Sisterhood: A Collection Of Forbidden Stories Chapter 280: The Priest's Confession: The Widow(IV)
She went down gladly. She unzipped him with unsteady fingers and freed the long, thick length of him, hard and heavy and already wet at the tip, and took him into her mouth with a deep, hungry moan."Fuck," he breathed. "Fuck, Rose."She sucked him slowly, taking him as deep as she could, her lips stretched around his thickness, her tongue swirling along the underside. His hand tangled in her hair and he pushed her down gently, and she let him, relaxing her throat, breathing through her nose."That's it. Open for me. Let me in."He began to thrust up into her mouth. Slow at first, then harder, holding her head still while he fucked her face in deep, steady strokes. She gagged, once, eyes streaming, and he stopped immediately and stroked her cheek."Too much?"She shook her head, wiped her mouth, and swallowed him again.He cursed, a long raw sound, and gave in. He fucked her mouth with his whole body, hips rolling up, his hands gripping her head, the wet, obscene sounds of it filling
The Forbidden Sisterhood: A Collection Of Forbidden Stories Chapter 279: The Priest's Confession: The Widow(III)
"Lucien," she gasped. "Oh, God, it's been so long.""I know. I've got you." He held still, buried in her, shaking with restraint. "Tell me when.""Now." Her voice cracked. "Please, now."He moved.Slow, deep strokes at first. Then faster. He fucked her against the wall of the little chapel with the Virgin watching from her niche, and Rose bit down on her own forearm to keep quiet, tears of pleasure sliding down her cheeks. Every thrust hit her deep. Every thrust made her cry out. His hand slid around her waist and found her clit, rubbing tight, fast circles, and the second orgasm hit her so quickly that her knees buckled.He held her up. He kept fucking her. He growled in her ear, "Again. I want to feel you again."She came a third time with his name on her lips, and that was what broke him. He drove into her one last time, buried to the root, and came with a deep, ragged groan, his teeth against her shoulder, pulsing hot inside her.They sank to the floor together, tangled and gaspin
The Forbidden Sisterhood: A Collection Of Forbidden Stories Chapter 278: The Priest's Confession: The Widow(II)
He unbuttoned her coat. He peeled it from her shoulders. Underneath she wore a plain black dress, a church dress, and he drew the zipper down her spine with one slow, careful hand and let it slide to the floor.She stood in a slip and a black lace bra and a pair of simple cotton panties, and she suddenly felt thirty-eight, and soft, and uncertain. She crossed her arms over her stomach."Don't," said Lucien."I'm not what I was at twenty.""No." He gently pulled her arms away. "You're better."He sank to his knees in front of her, and the sight of a priest on his knees in a chapel, looking up at her with those dark, hungry eyes, nearly broke her."Let me worship you," he said.He pressed his lips to her stomach. He kissed the soft curve of her belly, the tiny silver stretch marks she hadn't known how to be proud of, the dip of her hip. He drew down her panties and she stepped out of them, and he parted her thighs with his hands and looked at her, and made a sound low in his throat."Lo
The Forbidden Sisterhood: A Collection Of Forbidden Stories Chapter 277: The Priest's Confession: The Widow(I)
Rosalind Delacroix had worn black for two years, and she was tired of the color.She was thirty-eight. She had buried a husband at thirty-six, a good man, a gentle man, a man who had held her hand through the entire six months of his illness and made her promise, at the very end, that she would not let herself go quiet. She had promised. She had meant it.And then she had gone quiet anyway.Two years of casseroles and condolence cards. Two years of Sunday Masses in the third pew on the left, where she and Paul had always sat, with her hands folded and her eyes on the floor. Two years of a cold bed, and a body that had gone from grief to numbness to something worse than either: a slow, humming, hungry ache she did not have any name for, and no one to bring it to.Until the new priest.He had said Mass for the first time on a gray morning in September, and Rose had looked up from her missal and felt something she had not felt in two years. A flicker. A single hot spark, low in her belly
The Forbidden Sisterhood: A Collection Of Forbidden Stories Chapter 276: The Priest's Confession: The Bride-to-Be(IV)
"I know," said Lucien. "That's all right. You don't have to do anything you don't want to."She looked at Camille. Camille, who was lying on the red carpet with her skin still flushed from his mouth, smiled and held out a hand."You can join us," said the bride quietly. "If you want."Sister Agnes made a small, broken sound. And then she took one step forward, and another, and the rosary slid from her fingers and clattered onto the marble.***They undressed her together.Camille's fingers found the pins of the veil, and lifted it away, and a heavy fall of chestnut hair tumbled down to the nun's shoulders. Lucien unfastened the gray habit with careful, reverent hands. Underneath was plain white cotton, a simple bra, a simple slip, and Agnes shook so hard that Camille drew her down onto the steps and held her, stroking her back."It's all right," she murmured. "We've got you.""I'm so scared," Agnes whispered."Do you want to stop?""No." A trembling laugh. "God help me, no."Lucien kn
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