Priest Romance Novels Novels & Stories

I could feel his presence at my back—tall, warm, the faint rustle of his cassock as he moved closer. I kept reading, line after line about denying the body, about offering suffering to God, about the dangers of self-indulgence. My voice shook on the parts about “touching oneself in secret” and “fantasies that defile the soul.” By the time I reached the end of the first page I was breathing faster, nipples tight against my dress, the ache between my legs worse than it had been all day. Father Chris stepped around the table so I could see him. He leaned down, one hand resting on the open book, the other hanging loose at his side. His eyes locked on mine.

In this case, he could only hold himself back and give her time to accept him slowly. They laid down on the bed, and he asked, "Do you girls like to read domineering CEO related novels?" "They're alright. I prefer reading ancient romance novels," Wrenna said. "Some of those domineering CEO romance novel titles are related to spoiling the girl, but in fact, they turn out to be heart-tormenting. I don't like to read those types of stories." Charles thought to himself, "Ancient romance novels? What the hell is that?"

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I blurted curtly, peering intently into his eyes as he stared back at me. Slowly, he nodded and exhaled heavily. "I really wish it was a vampire girl that you saved from being raped. You have come across many in dangerous situations of both rape and assault, and you ignore them and walk away." He sighed, and every single word from his mouth was just pouring down like heavy rainfall inside my head. I closed my eyes tight, trying to shut away his voice, but I couldn't. Instead, they were echoing, and I was feeling every damn truth in them. Was it too obvious that I was feeling something special and different for that wolf girl?

I wanted to take a moment to ponder but then the music began and I looked down the aisle to see the most beautiful sight I’d ever known. There she was positively glowing at me with her hair wound up in a large bun, white dress with blue trim in the absolutely perfect places, and when those blue eyes met mine. I thought I would collapse but luckily Rollo had come to stand by me and braced me. “Those are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.” I glanced at Rollo nodding knowing his love was different but so fucking amazing in its way because he choose Laura the claimed mother of the Crimson Priestess and she glowed just not quite as much as my Sophia. Beside each stood also an amazing woma

Was it from a novel Paige had read before? "What? Do you also think I'm right?" Chris asked with a smile. Paige refuted, "You should read fewer messy novels." Who would have thought that someone like Chris, a CEO, actually liked reading all sorts of romance novels? Did he ever imagine himself in those novels, fantasizing about being the male lead? Chris said, "I don't read any messy novels. I read the painstaking works of the authors." Paige was at a loss for words. Did she also not read the authors' painstaking works? Such double standards.

Once we’re inside an interior room with the doors locked, however, everyone heaves a sigh of relief. “Well,” the priest grouses, plopping himself down in a chair, “this has certainly been a most terrible day. And that ceremony was an insult to the gods without having an assassination in the middle of it. A wolf shifter marrying the vampire king…” “Hold your tongue, or I will cut it out, Roland,” Princess Sophia snaps before I can protest. The priest draws himself up, radiating authority, but crumples into a sad shell of a man when Princess Sophia glares at him, showing just how serious she is.

Steward tells me, waking me up from my thoughts. “I'm sorry, I've had a very bizarre day.” I said, drinking from the straw of my grape juice while sighing somewhat disappointed. “If you want, you can tell me, I'm like a priest from a good Catholic church, well, although I can tell it to everyone, and with the fact that I'm Jewish.” He mocks, after making a joke. “Just kidding, never I would. “I know, don't worry Dr. Steward, my problems aren't that important.” But I knew he wouldn't leave him like that.

“Fucked you up more than we ever knew. Got you all wrapped up in fantasies about the little blonde next door, when you should be married to –“ “Iris is a wonderful woman,” Christian snaps, leaning forward in his chair and slapping his hand down on the desk. “She is not for you,” Romano barks back, instant, his eyes snapping up to meet his son’s. “It’s done,” Christian hisses, sliding his hand back across the wood and leaning back in his chair, crossing his ankle casually over his knee. “By a priest?” Romano barks after a long pause. “Before God? Not just some fucking…courthouse bullshit?”

She tried to pray, but the words came out jumbled with pleasure: “Ave… aaaah… Maria… full of… cum… blessed art thou… among… the whores… aaaahhh… Father… fuck me harder… don’t stop… rip my pussy… fill me… fill me with hot cum…” He let out a hoarse laugh, biting the other nipple harder, leaving teeth marks on her pale skin. His thrusts became even more violent. He grabbed her legs by the ankles, pushing them back until they almost touched her shoulders, folding her in half on the altar. In this position, his cock went even deeper, slamming straight into the bottom of her womb with every thrust. “That’s it… take it deep… feel the priest’s cock hitting your womb, you slut. Imagine if I got you p