Thorn Rose (PUBLISHED)
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"Forgive me God for I have sinned. I allowed a Northman's lip to touch my own, to touch me neck and travel the length of the sensitive skin. My blood writhers, yearning for his touch. A quenching urge for desire and O'Lord, my eager flesh burns with raging fire."
When the powerful Jarl, a ruthless and merciless Viking, takes a sudden interest in Faylin, a nun he captured on a raid, she vows not to let his wiles distract her from what is truly important - her faith. His very presence is what fuels the fire within her, allowing the hatred to fester.
He destroyed her world and she watched it burn to the ground, crumbling and descending, shattering into pieces of hopelessness right before her eyes.
Though what happens when she starts to realize that beneath the Northman's toughened shield lays a forbearing soul, lost within the darkness and the shadows of his own façade?
Stricken by this realization, the possibility of humanity under such a barbaric character, Faylin finds herself torn between her fears of eternal damnation and desire, struggling to keep her sanity as she dances on that very thin line between love and hate.
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"I don't have a heart . " he said leaning away from her touch . her light was too overwhelming for the darkness inside his very soul . he was the true meaning of evil . he murdered his own brothers , slaughtered his very father and killed his mother what other evil could exist other than him ? yet his broken and battered soul needed some one to tell him he wasn't as evil as people thought he was . he needed to a light for his dark sinful soul. she stared at him . she knew he doesn't have a heart .she knew of his atrocities , she knew of his darkness , yet her soul wasn't as clean either . wherever she went she knew that path would always lead back to him . for some reason the darkness in his soul comforted her ." neither do I " "what are you doing" he looked up at her eyes and smiled "what do you think " his kiss landed again on her neck and she shuddered as a wave of pleasure hit her " get away from me " she said sounding unsure of her self gods she sounded pathetic . he chuckled and continued kissing her body , adoring it with his unholy touches , she struggled to keep her mind where it should be but her attempt was failing his touch gods his touch was sedative and she needed it . she sucked in air when his mouth landed on her nipples "vermol" she moaned . he continued sucking , touching and she kept moaning then he said"tell me to stop Regina if you don't I won't be able to" she knew she should the words were on her lips but the question was did she want him to stop?. dear readers this story is rated mature . it is my second story after a long time pls if you notice any mistakes pls correct me . just have fun and be sure to comment. oh and one more thing take care of your heart cos u may fall in loveConcluida
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