Forgive Me: Marked By The Priest
“You can play Priest for as long as you like,” he spat, ignoring my protests, “but you will never find salvation.”
His words struck like a curse, but that wasn’t the reason my chest heaved, goosebumps littered my skin, and definitely not the reason I felt hot despite the chilling dip from the lake.
Ezreal’s eyes widened momentarily, noticing. I winced as his hand shifted, pressing against the stiff betrayal straining against my soaked robes.
He stilled for only a second, then a wicked grin overtook his features.
“Well, well,” Ezreal drawled, his voice taunting “Look who’s getting excited,”
“Stop,” I gasped, squeezing my eyes shut as the humiliation dug deep. “Please….”
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