Lahat ng Kabanata ng DADDY'S NAUGHTY PET : Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 30

   "Since I walked in," I admitted breathlessly. "Since I heard your voice. I'm always wet for you, Gabriel. Always." That confession broke something in him. He hooked his fingers in my panties and yanked them down my legs, letting them fall to the floor beside his collar. Then he was lifting me completely, my back pressed against the confessional booth, my legs wrapping around his waist. With one hand, he freed his cock from beneath his cassock. I didn't get a good look at it in the shadows, but I felt it—thick and hard and pressing against my entrance. "Last chance," he said, his forehead against mine. "Tell me to stop and I will. We can pretend this never happened." "I don't want to pretend." I cupped his face, forcing him to look at me. "I want this. I want you. Please, Gabriel. I need you inside me." He entered me in one slow, dev

 She responded immediately, her body melting against mine, her hands fisting in my shirt. The kiss was desperate, hungry, all the longing of three days apart crashing together. I backed her toward the altar steps, unable to stop myself, unable to think beyond the need to touch her, taste her, claim her again. When the back of her legs hit the first step, she broke the kiss. "Here," she breathed against my mouth. "Right here, Gabriel." "This is insane—" "I know." She pulled her sweater over her head, revealing a simple white bra underneath. "Do it anyway." My resistance crumbled to dust. I helped her out of the rest of her clothes with shaking hands—jeans, bra, panties—until she was completely naked on the altar steps. The candlelight flickered across her skin, making her look almost ethereal, like some pagan offering.&nb

Elena's POV I used to pray every night. Kneeling beside my bed in my childhood home, hands clasped, eyes closed, running through the same practiced litany I'd memorized as a girl. Prayers for my family, for the world, for my own soul. It was routine, comfortable, the spiritual equivalent of brushing my teeth before bed. But I hadn't prayed—really prayed, with any genuine faith behind the words—in months. Not since Father Gabriel had looked at me during communion one Sunday with something other than priestly benevolence in his eyes. Not since I'd realized that what I felt for him wasn't reverence for a holy man, but raw, consuming desire for the person underneath the collar. I'd traded devotion to God for devotion to him. And as I followed Gabriel through the side door that led from the cathedral to his private quarters, my heart hammering against my ribs, I couldn't f

He gave me what I wanted, pounding into me with abandon, all pretense of gentleness gone. This was raw and primal and exactly what I needed. One of his hands found my throat—not squeezing, just resting there possessively—and the gesture made me clench around him.    "You like that?" he asked roughly. "Like when I'm rough with you?"    "Yes," I admitted. "Love it. Love when you lose control."    "You make me lose control," he said, his thrusts becoming erratic. "Every fucking time. I look at you and I forget every vow I ever made. Every promise. All I can think about is this—being inside you, making you scream, claiming you as mine."    "Then claim me," I begged. "Mark me. Make it so I can't forget who I belong to." 

The kiss was nothing like I'd imagined. It was harder, more desperate, years of suppressed want exploding between us. His hands cupped my face while mine fisted in his damp shirt, and when his tongue swept into my mouth, I made a sound that was probably too loud.He walked me backward until my back hit his desk, his body pressing against mine, and I could feel how hard he was through his swim trunks."This is insane," he said against my mouth. "You're Harper's best friend. You're nineteen. I'm forty-two. This is—""I don't care," I interrupted, my hands sliding under his shirt to find warm skin and defined muscle. "I don't care about any of that. I just want you."He groaned and lifted me onto the desk, stepping between my legs. His hands slid up my bare thighs, and the feeling of his callused palms on my skin after years of imagining it nearly undid me."We have to be quick," he said roughly, his fingers hooking into my bikini bottoms. "If someone comes looking—""Then don't waste ti