Priest Romance Novels Novels & Stories

Priest’s eyes smolder with emotion. No words are said after that. We didn’t plan it. We simply started to kiss. It’s as if all the emotions we’ve been suppressing have burst from our bodies. His mouth is smooth and firm, and his tongue is sweet. Every cell of my body is alive. My skin prickles and my body vibrates with emotion. Moving close to his chest, I feel my nipples bead with every contact of his chest rubbing against mine. Our tongues meet and retreat with a sensual swirl. I close my eyes, running my fingers through his silken hair when he puts his hands around my waist to pull me closer. The room is quiet except for the sound of our harsh breathing and the ruffling of our clothes. Hi

“So ready to go at it again?” “I probably better check the time,” I went to my sweatshirt pocket and pulled it out with several text messages. I opened them up and saw three were from Reese asking how things were going, did you have sex yet, and demanding a report. Then I went to the next message and saw it was from a fellow priestess asking me what I was going to return as the High Priestess was expecting me for dinner. I looked at the time and saw it was already 5 pm. How did the time go so fast? “I have to go.” I looked sadly at Rogan’s face who looked just as sad as I.

My priest is eating my pú'ssy in the church!! His tongue delved deep into my hole as his lips sucked on me. Father Daniels' fingers gripped at my ass cheeks and spread them apart as he made love to my cú'nt with his tongue. I was panting, and as I looked up I saw a giant wooden cross at the far end of the church. If it wasn't a priest eating me out, then I would feel guilty, but since it was... all I felt was pleasure.

“Damien not glued to your side today? Odd. He tends to keep his… projects close.” Serena’s brows drew together. “What exactly are you implying?” “Oh, come now.” Camille stepped closer, her perfume cloying, her smile widening. “You don’t honestly think you’re the first, do you? Damien has a pattern. Swoops in, plays the saviour, dresses his women up like trophies, parades them around… and when he’s bored, he doesn’t just walk away. He breaks them. Quietly. Completely.” Serena’s jaw tightened, though her voice stayed steady. “Thanks for the unsolicited TED Talk on Damien Drake, but I’ll pass.”

But I felt it. The bond. Stronger than before, the first time we met. It was way more stronger. Like it had been building up in secret, and now it finally exploded the moment our eyes met. I couldn’t even focus on the lessons he was teaching. My wolf growled inside, clawing at my chest. He wanted Leonardo. I needed him. But I couldn’t move. Because this wasn’t just any man. This is a werepriest, bound to celibacy and holiness. His job was to lead us closer to God and the moon goddess, I wasn’t meant to snatch him away to myself.

Father Damien cleared his throat, walked up to where she was lying, and poured the water gently on her skin, chanting some prayers he had learned earlier. “Oh Lord, by Your mercies, let her be cleansed,” he kept saying those words until he emptied the cup of incense water on her. It fell on her delicate skin gently, causing Anna to slip into her womanly wants. She almost let out a moan but held her tongue. I don’t want to corrupt this priest, even though he’s young, she thought. If only she knew he wasn’t a priest—and that there were many secrets yet to be unfolded. Damien dropped the cup close to the incense bowl, walked up to Anna, made the sign of the cross, and told her to stand up witho

However, they also acted like everything was peachy. That was high society: all glitter on the outside, a total mess on the inside. Nora came down the aisle on her dad's arm, her dress trailing behind her like something out of a fairy tale. However, she was as pale as a ghost, and her smile looked like it hurt. The show got started. The priest was doing his thing. "Francis Davis, do you take Nora Hunter to be your wife?" Francis was silent. He was scanning the crowd instead, looking for someone.

Inside, I was calculating, measuring the tension between them, filing it away as potential leverage. Carlisle’s jaw tightened visibly. “And what would you suggest, Doctor? Love poetry? Escape manuals?” His sarcasm was cutting. “Religious texts. Medical journals. Perhaps some classical literature—nothing with revolutionary themes, of course.” Clarksdale’s voice was smooth, reasonable. “I’d be happy to make appropriate selections myself.” A long moment passed, Carlisle’s eyes fixed on me with cold suspicion. I didn’t flinch, didn’t show the desperate hope I felt, just maintained my mask of submissive patience.

Marko N. I 'Return princess turns miraculous priestess; a tale of forbidden love.' Again, Marko’s gaze strayed to the heading’s subtitle. Return princess who discarded her title to be a priestess finds mate amid late-night purification rituals in the Chelsea slums.' "Scandal on her first mission! God, we should have sent more men to keep her still." An elder uttered furiously. "Doesn't she understand that such behaviour can spark a war?" Another responded.

Just a fitted black clerical shirt tucked neatly into grey trousers, with polished Oxford shoes grounding him in place. He smells… good. And he’s close. Too close. I swallow. I’m not naive. I know things, even if I pretend not to. I have a sneaky link, and whenever I visit, we sneak off to his father’s cornfield for quick sex. But this… this is different. Priests aren’t supposed to get hard. Didn’t they trade the flesh for the spirit? My gaze drifts back to his face. He’s already watching me, and the smile there isn’t kind. It isn’t holy.