Priest Romance Novels Novels & Stories

His anger was truly boiling, and he shouted fiercely, just before his fist flew towards Velia's driver. * “Whose call is it, Dad?” Angel asked as Ricardo quickly removed his hands from her naked body. He got up and grabbed a pair of pants from the floor. Intending to put on his pants, Ricardo felt Angel's kiss land on his waist. He instinctively moaned and turned his body. Angel blinked once, giving him a seductive look as she crawled naked on the bed. Ricardo succumbed to Angel's temptation. He ran his fingers through her hair and jerked it back, forcing her to look up.

THE PRIEST'S TEMPTATION ALEX CORNOR (ML) - 32 YRS FELICIA PRIESTLEY (FL) - 25 YRS SASHA ROMANA (FL) - 23 YRS In a grand and luxurious living room, two blonde women were seated happily as they discussed a wedding plan. It wasn't long before a priest arrived. He had been called to officiate a marriage. Dressed in his immaculate priestly robe, which hid his chiseled and muscular built body. His dark, neatly combed hair, fell across his face, accentuating his sharp and breathtaking features.

I was pretty good at it and at the urging of my then girlfriend Julie, had submitted a few to a story site named Erotic escapes where under the pen name hotforteacher I'd gotten some pretty good reviews. Most of my stories were about older women with guys my age and Miss Ross had been the inspiration for many of them. Most of my female leads had the same long dark hair, big brown eyes and perfect full lips as my favorite English teacher. Yes Miss Ross had been the nasty little cougar in my mind and in print many times over the last few months. Shit, I'd even joined her writing discussion group because it met every other Sunday at her house.

Some girls dream of marrying a prince while I dreamt of a devil. I never imagined I’d actually marry one. But I knew deep down, this was the right move. For me. This devil has come to save me from those threatening me. But the question was how will I save myself from him? With each passing day, I fell further and further under his spell. This devil would protect me and everything close to me. Roman might be a lot of things, but he protected innocents. Just like his friends also did. “You’re now husband and wife,” the priest proclaimed.

He peered through his fingers at his hardness and groans. “You are of the devil.” I nod, “I’ve been called worse. But is it okay for a priest to moan about the devil while inside me?” “Will you stop??” “I will, after I’ve had my fill with you.” He scoffs, “That’s never going to happen.” “Then I won’t stop. Although, i wonder, how do you intend on dealing with the hardened cock?” “It’s none of your business.” “It’s all of my business if it was caused by me. I should help.”

I'd come for him. Father Damien Cross, the mysterious priest everyone talked about but nobody really knew, the man with the dark past and strong hands who'd supposedly done unspeakable things before finding God. I wanted to see if the rumors were true, wanted to know what kind of man could make married women blush just by saying mass.

I paused on the balcony, the morning sun drying my face, but all I could feel was the fluttering in my chest, an eagerness to be in church. Father Matteo Romano had returned. From Paris, where he was ordained a priest , from a life I only imagined. And now, he was here, in my parish, in the very church where I had spent so many hours kneeling, praying, obeying, pretending I was always in control. The news is already everywhere, and people are eager to attend mass because they'll be having a "new" priest, at least someone younger than the over aged one we've been coping with.

I hope that you enjoyed the new updated story for spicing up the ranch. I have quite a few other books listed on GoodNovel if you're interested in my style of writing. Some are erotic stories such as the assistant, Swedish sugar, the alpha son needs his match, and keeping it within the family. I also have science fiction romance such as Stardust. We also have quite a few other romance styles both in the past like a timeless love. And in the present such as the dangers of dating.

The click-clack of a woman's high heels approaching the confessional stall gave the priest an unarguable guess of his next penitent's gender. The door swung open and almost immediately, the fragrance she wore stole the atmosphere. Fr Gregory became the curious cat. Well, he has always been. Then the overwhelming and compelling need to see this woman whom reminds him of Rose of Rome. This penitent who was there for absolution and whose fragrance reminds him of the years he hoped to spend his youth on the thighs of Rose an Italian beauty queen. Some how, this fragrance evoked feelings of sensuality and hot coitus desires even though it felt wrong at the moment.

Yet in the midst of their love appears an unexpectant threat to their happiness: Dimitri Baranov. Will Amy do what was expected of her so long ago, or follow her heart? In this brand new Bratva/Italian Mafia dark romance, you will find out that love can come from the worst places and blossom into something beautiful. ************************