Amor Sin Materia Novels & Stories

Chapter 3: Sacrilegious Surrender The weight of our escalating sins pressed upon me like the stone walls of the convent, unyielding and cold. Each dawn brought the tolling bells, calling us to prayer, but my devotions had twisted into something profane. From the pulpit, I spoke of redemption, yet my gaze lingered on Elena during mass, her form shrouded in black but her posture betraying the subtle shifts—thighs pressing together, cheeks heating under the veil. She was unraveling, her faith fracturing under the onslaught of desire, and I reveled in it. The priest in me recoiled, whispering of damnation, but the man—the dominant force she'd awakened—yearned to push further, to bind her not jus

My eyes blink shut, yet there materialize in view, a blazing sapphire gaze. A chilled shiver runs down my spine. And you were defenseless... permitting him to drink you in with his eyes before you lost yourself in the forbidden of his lips.. now it feels like an eternity of sin. A low burning ire stokes within my heart and gradually spills magma of fury throughout my body. What chagrins me beyond belief was the ambivalence I had displayed in utter disgrace. The worst of the worst, when I had submitted into wave after wave of shamelessness from a prohibited osculation.

“Well, it seems like your friend may be so blinded by love that he is not doing the right thing for her and himself.” Morgan rubbed his chin. “Or maybe the girl’s pussy is just good.” Ava choked out a laugh and covered her face. “Oh goodness, I didn’t see that coming!” He laughed as well. “I don’t see any reason why he’s doing this. Could this be a problem with his childhood or something? Does he have some underlying emotional trauma?”

If his holy cock was pressing against his cassock right now. “Father Damien,” I whispered, “I am touching myself right now. In your confessional. My fingers are inside my pussy while I talk to you. I am so wet.” A low, tortured groan escaped him. The sound sent a thrill through my body. “You are sin incarnate,” he said hoarsely. “You are tempting a man of God.” “Then punish me, Father.” My fingers moved faster. “Or better yet… come over to this side and punish me properly.”

But because her pleasure unlocked his. Because even in punishment, her body still ruled him. When it was over, they stayed there. Breathing. Ruined. Alive. And Lydia whispered one last thing as she slid off him and laid back on the floor beside his trembling body: “Sin should always feel this good… before it costs you everything.” Their bodies were still tangled in heat and sweat, but the silence that followed wasn’t cold. It was consecrated. Damian lay beside her—spent, silent, blinking at the ceiling like he wasn’t sure if he’d survived her or been reborn by her. His muscles twitched with aftershocks, but his chest rose and fell slower now.

The confession I’m about to make is too grave, too terrifying when our lives are so precarious. “But you ruined all that.. you made my old dreams not enough anymore.” I share, searching his emerald gaze for understanding. “You opened my eyes to worlds I didn’t know existed, a kind of love I never dreamed I might have. You spoiled me… spoiled me for anyone else, nothing but you will ever be enough for me now.” The worry dissipates from Sinclair’s gaze, and he watches me with such tenderness that my wolf melts into a puddle. “I can’t lose you, Damian. I love this baby with every fiber

what Sin's doing to me is a whole other experience. ... [contact with the one you've been fated with is always different, compared to others, but very soon, i'll learn that isn't always true] ... When one of Sin's hands travels up my torso, he traces around my ribs, like he knows it will entice me. My chest rises and falls with a calm cadence, as if Sin's hands have sedative abilities. He's the supernatural after all, if he does have sedative abilities, it would explain why his touch dissipates the troubling pain.

Mayavi stopped before she could complete her statement. Amor chuckled, gritting his teeth. “I-if what you needed was blood filled with pure love then… ah! Then… my dear enemy…” Amor sighed, wincing as the snakes sucked his blood from all over his body. “Then… all you are getting for your ritual is a blood filled with curse and hatred of the person who is standing there… probably enjoying my suffering…” Amor looked at me and something stung terribly in my chest. I didn’t know what it was? My darkest thoughts being discovered or him knowing them before me.

I replied. There was a silence, a moment of recognition. He cleared his throat. "What sins have you come to confess today, Serena?" he asked. His tone tried to be pastoral, distant, but I noticed the tension. I noticed how his breath hitched for a second before saying my name. I leaned closer to the lattice, so close my lips almost brushed the wood. The scent of clean soap and manliness emanating from his side of the booth intoxicated me. "Lust, Father," I whispered. "I can’t stop having impure thoughts. They are constant. They consume me."

I loaned quietly trying not to bring the attention of others. Especially not Jake’s step father. All these while I’ve been thinking Daniel was Marcus but now I know the truth? I guess all is well. Who would have thought. Norah Black fucked all three men in the same family and none of them are aware of my doings. Damn, you’re a rebel girl. “Fuck..” I snapped out of my thoughts as he bit my neck while thrusting harder. He leaned in and sucked on my nipples through my top while pounding me. My tits bounced hard to the point that it made me extra horny. I wrapped my legs around him tighter, pulling him deeper.