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ARYA’S POV The dreams came again and they were even more intense than ever, making me soak my sheets with a toe curling orgasm. It was the first time I’d ever climaxed from a wet dream. I woke before dawn with my heart racing and his face etched into my mind so clearly it frightened me. Even when I opened my eyes, my body was still shaking as the tremors passed through me. I lay still, staring at the ceiling, and tried to slow my breathing. The silence in my room felt heavy, like it was waiting for me to admit something I had refused to say out loud. This was no longer vague desire. And I could no longer carry it alone. I needed to either admit my crush or get professional help from a mental health specialist. This wasn’t normal and the more I ignored it, the greater the consequences would be. By late afternoon I found myself walking the familiar path to the church again. The sky was overcast, and the air was thick with the promise of rain. I paused at the e

ARYA’S POV A few days passed but it did nothing to ease the feelings. I didn’t avoid him or leave the room when he walked in, just as he instructed. I attended morning Mass on Wednesday, volunteered to help arrange the flowers on Friday and I stood in the same pew on Sunday. And I felt everything. He behaved exactly as usual, distant in the way he always was. He behaved like he never heard my confession and it made me wonder about things I was too ashamed to name. If anyone were watching us, they would see nothing unusual. I shook my head. Why would I be thinking if anyone was watching us unless I had intentions to act on my thoughts? I saw the split second where his eyes met mine and then deliberately shifted away. I saw the way his shoulders tightened when I approached after Mass to greet him with the same polite smile I gave Father Dominic. Normal. That was the word he used. Normal felt unbearable. By Saturday evening I was exhausted from pretending.

ARYA’S POVI adjusted my coat as I alighted from the car. The parish hall was already glowing with warm light. Cars lined both sides of the street and I could hear laughter even before I reached the entrance.For a second, I considered turning back.Not because of Matteo, but because of him. I had no idea if Father Leonardo would be at the event or not, and the uncertainty of that was unnerving. I straightened my shoulders and walked in. The community dinner was more formal than I expected. Round tables covered in white cloth filled the hall and candles flickered at the center of each one. Volunteers moved between guests carrying trays of food. And unlike every other year, I was not in the kitchen.I felt exposed without an apron and a hat. I took a glass of wine from one of the servers and joined the event. A few members of the church stopped me to exchange pleasantries and some mothers introduced me to their sons. It happened every single time so I wasn’t surprised. I stood t

LEONARDO’S POV I cursed under my breath but kept a stiff smile on my face. “May the Lord be with you.” I’d been repeating the same line for the last ten minutes, and I was beginning to get sick of it. I was getting sick of being a priest too as I was not supposed to be in the church for this long. It wasn’t part of the plan. Yet, here I was, suffering and pretending to give a shit about everyone. After the first thirty minutes of forced pleasantries and blessings, I retreated into the confessional to listen to people confess to cheating on their partners and stealing from their employers. And those were the lighter sins. They all confessed the same things every week, not bothering to change and not bothering to repent. Just rinse and repeat. Sin and confess. Sin and confess. It was almost laughable if it wasn’t literal torture for me. People acted holier-than-thou in public, but in private, they carried the filthiest secrets and hatred towards one anot

ARYA’S POVSlowly, Leonardo pulled out of my throat and rubbed the tip of his cock against my lower lip, the cold metal of his jewelry contrasting with the heat of his skin.I could taste his pre-cum on my tongue, and it only made me hungrier for the real thing.“Open wider, Arya,” he commanded, his voice low and dark. I obeyed without hesitation, and he slid his thick, hot cock down my throat again at a slow pace, making my eyes water.“Fuck,” he cursed, his gaze fixed on me. “I could watch you like this forever. Is it too much?”I shook my head, eager for more of him. He pulled my hair back and thrust into my mouth again, harder this time. Then he picked up a steady rhythm, fucking my mouth like he owned it.And in that moment, he did. I gagged around him occasionally, enjoying every twitch of his shaft as my saliva eased the friction.“Just like that,” he murmured approvingly.His grip on my hair loosened, his fingers patting me gently in contrast to the way he ravished my mouth