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He dons his collar like an armor, a man bound by creed, yet blasphemed with a thirst that prayers cannot drown.
β± If you worship anything in this house of God, it should be my throbbing cock β±
She serves in the shadow of his holiness, her resolve crumbling beneath the burden of desire she has no right to bear, an inferno she knows will devour them both.
β± Father bless me for I will fall from grace β±
Their gazes intertwine, and heaven turns to hell. It's sin and salvation, a war of flesh and soul, forbidden, filthy, a leaden crescendo that is all lust and no light. He shouldn't crave her; she shouldn't tempt him-but their confessions bleed from their lips and claws, desperate, defiant, divine.
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Dearest Golden Serpent, this is where holy water boils and prayers turn to moans.
If your rosary beads rattle at the thought of a priest's sacred vows dripping like honey from damned lips, run back to your hymns and hallelujahs.
But oh, dearie... If your blood sings for seraphic depravity, If your tongue aches for blasphemous prayer, If your soul yearns for divine damnation.
Welcome to your finest fall from grace.
Embrace the sin like a lover's kiss. Savor the scandal like communion wine. Let temptation be your only prayer.
Bon appΓ©tit, ma chΓ©rie.
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β READER'S NOTE β
Once Upon A Time lovers might recognize these names, but this particular sin tastes just as sweet to new tongues.
