A Sin Such As This Novels & Stories

His long fingers glided slowly up my inner thigh, the heat of his palm searing against my bare skin. He didn’t even have to touch me deeply to find the evidence of my undoing. “I barely touched you,” Archie swore against my lips, his voice dropping into a rough, thick rumble that made my knees completely give out. “You are fucking soaked. Damn, baby girl.

The tip already felt sensitive in the open air. Seraph stood over him in her tight black dress. The material clung to her full breasts and curved hips. She slowly ran her fingers down his chest. Her fingertips started at his collarbone and moved lower. They traced over his nipples. The light touch made them harden instantly. She dragged her nails gently across his ribs. His skin tingled everywhere she touched. She continued down over his stomach. The muscles there tightened under her hand. His cock twitched visibly as her fingers got closer. She could already see how hard he was. The veins along his shaft stood out. A small drop of clear fluid appeared at the tip.

The weird scene doesn't faze the King, but it makes me squirm in discomfort. Sin snaps his head to me, taking his grey eyes off his bleeding brother. His intense gaze causes my breathing to hitch. I jolt in my seat when he moves closer to me. I don’t know if I jolt at something else, or because he looks deadly at the moment. It is most definitely the latter. In the time frame of a second, Sin killed five men. He may have done worse to the guards that have been surrounding the building. Who knows how many bodies he crushed the moment he crashed into the building with full force.

He was a sinner, encouraging others to avoid sin.

I asked shocked to only have him smirk at me. "One and only" ................................................... To speak bad is a sin, But so is listening and seeing. For you think what you listen and you speak about what you see. .................................................

Why would I need counseling? "Somewhere in the deep recesses of your mind, you consider sex as sin. And because you see it as something forbidden, you also feel that you're doing something sinful if you allow yourself to enjoy it fully. It could be because you grow up in a conservative family or some religious groups that discouraged pre-marital sex."

“Because I’m also interested in knowing your background. And since you’re not really married to the man you currently despise, you can’t say that what happened between us was a sin. Because it’s not.” Evadne struggled to find further excuses. After a moment, she took a deep breath. It was early in the morning, yet their conversation delved into a topic that made Evadne want to close her eyes tightly in her mind. Merciful God, forgive me for this worldly topic early in the morning.

I kissed him softly, then deeper, tasting salt and sin. “I know,” I murmured against his lips. “When I’m with you, I feel more alive than I’ve ever felt in my life. Maybe some sins are worth burning for.” We stayed there for a long time, wrapped in each other’s arms on the desecrated altar. Neither of us made promises about stopping. We both knew we wouldn’t. Some loves are salvation. Ours was beautiful, devastating, and unholy. And we would keep choosing it anyway, until the day someone finally opened the wrong door and our secret burned us both to ashes.

You are allowed to feel deeply without having everything figured out. Welcome to the world of Irresistible Sin. I hope you find something honest here. I hope you find something human. And most of all, I hope you feel welcome. With gratitude, Anne Author

“You filthy little sinner. tempting me…runing me…” “Yes! Yes, I’m bad. Punish me, Father Khatri,” Matthew whines, arching into the touch and Khatri’s cock weeps behind his zipper. He yanks the boy’s shirt off, tossing it across the room, and then rakes his nails down Matthew’s oddly pale skin, leaving red welts. The boy’s cock twitches between them, leaking more and more stream until Khatri grips it in his large fist. a moan rips from Matthew that’s so erotic, it has to belong in sinful places like Sodom. His head falls into the crook of Khatri’s neck and he rasps. “Please, give me more.”