All Chapters of Irresistible Fantasies (A Steamy Collection): Chapter 251 - Chapter 260

Chapter 1 I stayed on my knees at the front pew of St Agnes, my rosary beads cool between my fingers. Rain hammered the stained-glass windows like it was trying to break in and finally I whispered the final decade, my lips moving on autopilot after seven years of this life, but the words felt distant tonight, like they were floating somewhere above me instead of sinking into my heart.I rose slowly, smoothing my white habit down over my hips. The fabric always felt heavier at night, clinging to the curve of my breasts and the dip of my waist. The silver cross at my throat caught the candlelight as I turned toward the side door. Most of the congregation had already gone, leaving only the faint smell of incense and wet stone. I was almost through the narrow passageway when the main doors creaked open behind me.I knew it was him before I even looked. The air changed in an instant. Daniel stepped inside, shaking rain from his dark hair, droplets sliding down the sharp line of his ja

Chapter 3The words echo in the hollow space of my skull, Daniel's voice from the confessional booth painting pictures I can't unsee. My body still trembles on the narrow cot, the rough fabric of my habit bunched around my waist making me look like a joke. The scent of my release mingles with beeswax and damp stone in the huge garden. Outside, rain lashes against the stained-glass window, each drop sounds like it’s going to break the glass.I push myself up, the habit falling back into place as if trying to hide what I've done. But the dampness of my chemise clings to my skin like a physical reminder of how thoroughly I've betrayed everything I swore to protect. The crucifix on the wall seems to mock me, its wooden eyes knowing exactly where my thoughts have been, exactly where my hands have been.I try to leave my bare feet making no sound on the cold stone floor as I slip from my cell. The cloister is empty at this hour, the other nuns are praying or are on duty, none of them wou

Chapter 5All I can feel is the slick warmth between my thighs. Daniel's cum leaks from my hole, soaking through the thin cotton of my panties and staining the rough wool of my habit. Every time I shift on my knees, the fabric drags against my swollen pussy lips, sending sharp jolts of pleasure and pain through my body. My clit throbs, still tender from all his rough handling in the confessional.Across the chapel, Daniel watches me. His dark eyes burn with possession and his mouth is curved in that same smirk that makes my cunt clench. He knows exactly what he's done to me, exactly how I'm sitting here in God's house with his seed dripping down my thighs. The thought should shame me, but instead my pussy grows wetter, the ache intensifying.Father Thomas drones on about temptation and sin, but my prayer has become a single word: Daniel. Daniel. Daniel. My fingers curl into my palms, nails digging crescents into my skin. I want him again. I need him again.The mass ends and the nun

Chapter 7The heavy oak door groans shut behind us and Daniel's fingers dig into my arm, not guiding but claiming me, he pulls me away from the crucifix and my torn habit drags against the cold stone floor. The saints in their niches watch us pass, they all look horrified, I'm sure they know what’s going on by now…. I just don’t care anymore."Midnight," Daniel murmurs, his voice a low growl that gets me so excited. "On the altar. Where you were meant to belong to God."My pussy clenches at his words, slick and empty, craving what only he can give. I don't feel scared or hesitant. Just raw, animal need. I follow him up the three marble steps to the high altar, the place where I once dreamed of serving in pure devotion. Now I'll serve in depraved submission.He shoves me backward. My spine hits the cold marble with a thud that steals my breath. I don’t feel shame, only anticipation.Daniel tears at what's left of my habit and the wool rips so loud in the silence, exposing my naked body

Chapter 2The space between his lips and mine vanished. It wasn't gentle or tentative, it was a collision, months of unspoken things finally breaking through. His mouth tasted of exhaustion and something metallic, probably from the cut on his gum where the cheap shot had landed. I dropped the water bottle and it thudded against the carpet, but I barely registered the sound. Marcus's other hand came up to thread through my hair, his fingers tangling in the strands as he tilted my head to deepen the kiss. His thumb pressed against my jaw, right over the pulse point hammering beneath my skin. The bruise on his jaw was dark against my palm when I reached up to touch his face. He groaned into my mouth, a sound that vibrated through my entire body. We were both standing now, though I don't remember him getting up. His hockey sweats were rough against my jeans, and the scent of stale beer and sweat and Marcus filled my lungs. This was nothing like our usual touches at the rink, the casua