Lustandfaith Stories

"Father Aaryan..." Her voice was a whisper. Sin in a silk dress. "Don't say my name like that," he warned, fists clenched. She smiled, wicked and soft. "Like what?" "Like a prayer you don't believe in." She was a dark romance writer hiding from her past. He was a priest trying to outrun his own ghosts. She wanted chaos. He preached purity. But temptation has a name. And it sounds an awful lot like her. He was her salvation. But she... was his holy sin.