Priest Spicy Chapters Novels & Stories

Don't be shy to comment song recommendations too that you think could fit this story. Spicy Index: Jump to these chapters if you’re here for the smut: 1. Chapter 13 - A Clash of Power, the Fierce Beast and the CunningFox 2. Chapter 14 – The Beast’s Brutal Punishment 3. Chapter 27 Part II – Two Lovers Under the Starry Night Sky 4. Chapter 89 Part II – Phase 2: Settling Second Thoughts 5. Chapter 94 – This is home

{Mac Allister} I stood there at the altar, my gaze fixed upon Jacinda and Tommy (who was been pushed in his Ash colored wheelchair) approaching me. A knot tightened in my stomach. The weight of the moment was palpable, heightened by the realization that the priest standing beside me was none other than Krystallo, the infamous mafia priest known for his merciless acts.

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.

"Yet you carry the hunger of the Abyss. We prayed for a savior to break the siege..." The Prophet slowly bowed his head, trembling in the presence of the Apex Predator. "...But the universe has sent us the Dark Messiah." (End of Chapter 166)

Note- The first three chapters are when FL was a kid, but these chapters are important to know the characters and their relation, from chapter 4 FL is seventeen and then spicy things will start. *wink-wink) Ragnar's p.o.v. The dark eyes, a pool of black and blue with a hint of red were glaring back at me from the mirror, I slapped my own cheeks with my palm, wincing as I accidentally slapped a little too harshly....but thankfully, the red was gone.

4 ~ My Priest, My Damnation. JOSEPH’s POV The vespers service ended with the choir's voices fading into solemn chants, the last notes hanging like smoke in the dimming light. I sat in the front pew, my hands clasped too tightly in prayer, but my mind was a whirlwind of anticipation and guilt. Father Matteo stood at the altar, his silhouette framed by flickering candles and the massive crucifix looming overhead. His homily had been on temptation and the flesh's weakness, words that felt aimed straight at me, each syllable stoking the fire low in my belly.

The priest's gaze darted between her and the silent figures, searching for some clue about what was happening. "Please," the priest implored, "tell me what's going on. I need to know how to help her." The silence persisted, and the priest's desperation grew. He knew that time was of the essence, and her life might depend on his understanding of the situation. Suddenly, her eyes flickered open, and she gazed up at the priest. For a moment, their eyes locked, and the priest sensed a deep pain and confusion emanating from her. Then, her eyes rolled back, and she whispered a single word: "Incomplete..."

Alaric nodded slightly as I took up position again at his side. The priest lifted his hands again, beginning to chant in the old tongue. The pull of the bond glowed a richer gold, responding to the holy call. I fought to breathe as usual, fought not to feel the burden of all the things that pressed upon me—my past, my lies, my terror. And the priest stopped. His voice was trapped in his throat, the chant broken. The energy within the room stopped. He blinked, his eyes sharpening on me as if he saw something I did not.

Placing my laptop on his desk, I slide my fingers through my hair and gaze out his window. It’s not until a few minutes later that I feel the heat of a male presence behind me. Priest inhales deeply before he says a word. However, what he says next makes my world turn on its axis. “What the hell do you think you’re doing? Are you fucking Tariq now?” My face flames at his heated words. Feeling anger rush through my veins, I push at his chest and growl out. “Go to hell, Priest! Who I fuck or don’t fuck is none of your goddamn business!”

Way 21: Corrupted by the Priest Chapter 1: The First Confession I had always been a good girl. At least, that’s what everyone believed — including my husband, Daniel. We were the perfect young Christian couple in our tight-knit community. I volunteered at the church, taught Sunday school, and never missed a service. But beneath the modest dresses and polite smiles, I was burning. Father Elias was the one who lit the match. He was 42, tall and broad-shouldered, with piercing gray eyes and a deep, commanding voice that made the entire congregation hang on his every word. There was something dangerously magnetic about him. Something that felt more powerful than holy.