Katerina St Clair

finger fuck me seconds ago. "You start your service hours tomorrow." He shamelessly readjusts the strain in his pants, keeping his eyes locked on mine the entire time.

"You just-"

"And I'll do it again. That’s the last time that blade is touching your skin," He seethes, something sinful creeping into my mind.

"You swore an oath to God-"

"I am no stranger to temptation, Eden," He says. "And while my devotion to God is unwavering, I fear you just might become my
greatest sin."

Eden, if you're wondering how often I've let this happen, you might be surprised to learn I've always resisted the lure of touching a woman." My voice softens as I add, "So you can imagine my astonishment, finding your taste lingering on my tongue at this very moment. It's just as surprising for me as it is for you."

Our father-"

"Your father," I moan. "Only yours, Eden."

What sane person has phone sex with a priest?

This is the man I let touch me.

Unpredictable. Rageful. Vengeful. Dangerous.

Yet, here I am

And if God were to turn his back on you for this?"

"I can always worship someone else."

You’re going to ruin me, Eden,” Roman whispers, his fingers tapping the steering wheel. “And I fear I’m going to love every second of it.”

1 Corinthians 13:4–8a "Love is patient and kind; love does not envy or boast; it is not arrogant or rude. It does not insist on its own way; it is not irritable or resentful; it does not rejoice at wrongdoing, but rejoices with the truth."

If you’re what sinning feels like, Eden, then I will gladly embrace the gates of Hell and beg for God's forgiveness
for the rest of my life,"