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Worship and Desire

She met him as a child, he raised her like his daughter...until she fall in love with him. She was the princess of a kingdom, betrothed to another strong king. He was a young priest, swore to only love god and never touch or even think about any woman. Will he be able to resist that love and temptation, and stop himself from doing the greatest sin? Did she ever get the love she wanted? Or will she be trapped in a loveless marriage? And will society ever let them two together or the pure love will be treated as a sin? •••••• I chuckled hearing his answer, he was talking like a possessed man, without any emotion. I already knew I was going to get rejected by him, but still, I tried... He is a priest after all and had years of experience in resisting seduction. What was I even thinking when I decided to tell him my feelings? “ Sure Father, I won't get late”, I replied and turned around as I get the worst idea of my life. I can't be more shameless, can I? It's all worth it though...for him, I have no shame. My heart was pounding, and my whole body was shivering because of fear. Was I really going to do this? Hell, yes. The soft silk gown fell from my body when I removed it. My long golden-brown hair was hiding my back but still, it was outrageous to stand naked in front of another man, and it was even more sinful if that man is your father! I saw his lascivious gaze when I turned around after sitting in the bathtub. The rose petals were hiding my body, but my bare shoulder was still visible. It wasn't even allowed for me to reveal my full face to anyone, but here I am, naked in front of a priest.

Vaishu · 历史言情
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56 Chs

Chapter 52: Xenia

Xenia p.o.v.

" You woke up early, princess?"

I looked up at father in the mirror, when he stood behind me and was buttoning up his black shirt, silver cross glimmering over his bare hard chest. His jet black hair was wet, a strain falling over his forehead, his beard perfectly trimmed making his chiselled jaw sharper than usual, and holy fuck the scent of his body, roses, mix with that intoxicating smell of his cigar, making me want to lick up his flesh...but of course, he wouldn't let me touch him, would he?

And like the shameless person I am, I still let him touch me every fucking time, whenever he wants, wherever he wants. No matter how much I tried to stop myself, no matter how much I tried to deny him, try to awaken that queen inside me, but only a glance of those longing darkened blue eyes, and just like that, all that self-control inside me shattered and I always opened my legs for him as if my fucking wet cunt only made for a sole purpose, of him eating it.