Priest Romance Novels Novels & Stories

FORGIVE ME, FATHER, I HAVE SINNED. Marie, a newcomer to a church, is drawn to the twin priests, Father James and Father John. Her impure thoughts lead to a passionate encounter in the confessional, where the priests help her with her 'spiritual struggles' ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Marie steps into the dimly lit church, her heart racing with anticipation. It's her first time attending a service here, and she's heard rumors about the twin priests who lead the congregation.

His grip on my hand tightened as he helped me up the steps to stand before the priest, his movements gentle, making sure my dress draped perfectly around me. He adjusted the train with surprising gentleness, then straightened and caught the priest's eye. The priest was younger than I'd expected, maybe in his early fifties, with slightly grey hair at his temples. He didn't look old, exactly, but there was a hardness to him that spoke of a life lived outside normal church walls. He was dressed in traditional robes, but I could see the edge of a tattoo peeking out from beneath his collar. "Try not to put her to sleep, Father," Dante said, his tone dry. "Keep it short, or I might skip to the goo

Dios mío, what are you…' Her words cut off in a moan as he plunged his tongue inside her, fucking her with it. She grabbed his hair, torn between pushing him away and pulling him closer. The priest's hands pinned her thighs open, his mouth devouring her pussy relentlessly. 'Shh, mi amor,' he murmured against her flesh. 'I've dreamed of this. Let me worship you as God intended.' Her resistance melted under the onslaught of pleasure. Isabella's head fell back, her full breasts heaving as she ground against his face. 'Oh fuck, Padre... that's so good,' she whimpered, her accent thick with lust.

“The new Don of that mafia family seems even more ruthless than his father. He'd swallowed up quite a few old-school clans in the past year.” “He wants their power,” I replied calmly and emotionlessly. When I met Luke's worried gaze, I smiled at him. “Let's not talk about him. It's all in the past now.” Luke did not say anything more. He just held my hand, gently and firmly. The sun shone on his body and the blueprint before me. This was our new hotel and our future together — a life no longer built on lies and betrayal, but a bright future completely within my grasp.

"Really? What would you call this arrangement?" The five priests looked at each other, then back at her. "Sacred prostitution," Father David suggested. "An ancient practice. Temple priestesses who served gods through sexual service." "Devoted servitude," Father Thomas offered. "Consensual submission in service to a higher purpose." "Mutual salvation," Father Chen said. "You save us from breaking our vows in destructive ways. We save you from loneliness and unfulfilled purpose." "A blessing," Father Joseph said simply. "For all of us."

We had breakfast and the sexual tension on the table could be cut with a knife. After breakfast, the two priests guide me outside the dining hall to the chapel compound where they show me around until we get to a separate building which they told me is the library for just them both. Immediately we go in, they show me paintings of popes and some older priests that have worked in the chapel and died. Then they show me books and even read some parts out to me. While father Michael was reading a particular one, I couldn’t help but feel like that book had nothing holy in it from the way it spoke about kisses to breasts to being fruitful and multiplying on the face of the earth through sex.

Confess her sins maybe? It was only now that she had gotten close enough to get a good look at the priest on the alter. He looked young, perhaps somewhere between his early to late twenties. He wore a black cassock, along with a silver cross dangling over his chest. He had slightly curly dark brown hair and dark eyes. She found yourself immediately drawn to him. He had this angelic, yet somehow dark, powerful aura all around him and in the words he spoke. She listened intently as he preached the words of God, his voice deep and serious

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

He is ruthless and heartless. ______________________________________________ Damon was sitting on the bed mentally cursing at his faith... Cursing that he just got married to his brother's girlfriend and love... The same girl who gave his brother so much pain... Now that which is his wife... He was waiting for her to come... So he could start her journey of hell. But little did he know he indeed got married but not with Liliana Miller but with Luciana Miller... An unknown broken Angel... Luciana slowly opened the knob of the room and again closed it after entering the room. But froze against the door.

“But when he came, I did not send him away.” Even when I was supposed to because he's to marry my sister. I can't tell the priest how selfish I've been all this while. He'll definitely judge me like humans are supposed to. “Why didn't you?” Because he was bleeding? Because he is dangerous? Or is it because when he looks at me, I feel seen in a way that terrifies me? “I don't know,” I admit. The priest is quiet for a long moment. “Desire does not make you sinful,” he says carefully. “But secrecy does. Temptation thrives where silence hides it.”