The next confessional session was even more intense than the first. And the second.

Maybe it was because Jeremy hadn’t been able to stop thinking about the confessions the sweet-faced Ana Rafael had made, so he secretly looked forward to the next sessions.

With each session they had, the confessions got more explicit, more sordid, more erotic.

She had painted pictures that he’d found very difficult to unsee.

Pictures that were considered filth in the house of God.

Pictures that were considered profane in the doctrines of the faith.

But why was it so hard for him to keep these pictures away from his mind?

“Have you ever laid with a woman, Father?”

The question suddenly jolted him out of his thoughts, and he whipped his gaze to her face.

“Stay on track with your confession, Ana. We’re here because of you, not me.”

Heaving a deep sigh, Ana leaned against her chair, rolling her eyes. “It’s just, I want to be sure you can understand the depths of these confessions. A chaste individual would hardly grasp it.”

“Well rest assured that I perfectly grasp the depth of your confessions, Ana,” Jeremy responded. “Now please, go on. We don’t have much time left.”

“So,” she watched him from underneath her lashes, the corners of her lips tilted in a small, almost invincible smile, “are you saying you’re not one of the chaste individuals? You’ve actually touched a woman before?”

He cleared his throat, adjusting uncomfortably in his seat again, his cock stiffening beneath his cassock.

Why was this happening to him? He couldn’t understand…

Did God send Ana to tempt him?

He was a priest, for goodness sake..

He was supposed to have self control. His cock shouldn’t be stiffening just from listening to the sinful desires of this…stunning woman.

“Please focus on your confessions, Ana,” he chided in a voice tight and gruff with suppressed need and…lust?

Smirking subtly, she leaned forward. “Would you believe what I did the other day?”

Jeremy said nothing, his gaze boring into her face instead. Watching, waiting.

“Would you believe it if I told you how much I crave his touch, every single day?” She continued, equally watching. “It’s so difficult, you know, seeing him everyday, and not being able to touch him. Even though he’s so..” she reached her fingers forward, making a grasping gesture, “within grasp.”

“It’s like every part of me is awakened whenever I see him, throbbing with a fervent need to be touched by him. To touch him.” She laughed, shaking her head, with a distant expression in her. “I can’t believe how much I’m sexually attracted to a stranger,” she murmured. “You wouldn’t believe how much I dream about him eating me out every single day.”

Looking at the agitation that crossed her features as she said it, Jeremy suddenly wished to have her pinned against the confession table, his head buried deep between her thighs.

Sniffing her juices, tasting her, teasing her.

Father, forgive me for such impure thoughts.

But I couldn’t help them…

“Why have you never asked of this man I fantasize about, Father Jeremy?” Her voice penetrated his thoughts. “Are you not interested in knowing,” she continued, narrowing her eyes at him, “or you just don’t—“

“I’m only interested in listening to those fantasies of yours, Ana,” he cut in, his eyes darkening as they moved over her face.

She smiled seductively, leaning back and crossing her legs. “Do you enjoy them that much, then? These…sinful desires and fantasies of mine…”

He watched her for a long time, his jaw ticking with suppressed need, his eyes burning, his palms sweaty.

Then, without a word, he rose to his feet and walked round the table to where she stood, slowly, a little hesitantly.

And Ana held her breath, watching him approach from underneath her lashes.

Her heart thudding heavily. Tingles dancing across her skin.

“Honestly, Ana,” he ground out in a gruff voice, moments later, “I’m afraid I’m beginning to enjoy them, as you say.” He crossed over to where she sat, sliding behind her. “Even to the point of addiction.”

Pausing a hair’s breadth behind her back, he reached down and touched her hair, patting down gently.

This was starting to grow beyond him… he couldn’t keep his hands to himself any longer..

He wanted to touch her, by all means possible, even though it was forbidden.

The confessional was supposed to be a sacred place…

As Jeremy’s thoughts strayed, so did his fingers, snaking down her hair, to her neck, down her sides, careful not to touch her breasts directly, but brushing them enough, gently, to draw a reaction out of her, a soft gasp of pleasure.

Ana felt consumed by the bursts of pleasure that shot through her body as the priest’s hand gently, and subtly moved over the planes, massaging, teasing, kneading.

Not too demanding. Enough to have her panting for more.

Holy freaking hell. She couldn’t believe they were here. He was touching her. Was this a dream?

This felt so..wrong..and deliciously right. Simultaneously.

“You asked if I’ve ever laid with a woman,” he mumbled as he leaned down next to her neck, his breath fanning against her skin. “Well,” he lifted a hand, running his warm fingers feverishly across her silky skin, “I’m afraid if I let you glimpse even a fraction of the man I used to be in the past,” he murmured, his breath tickling her ears, “you’d be begging to be fucked on this table.”

Ana felt a whiplash of pleasure at the rawness of the priest’s words, her pussy throbbing instantly, dripping from the tension that hung in the air between them, from the heat his fingers sparked on her skin.

She’d known there was something about him. Something dark, and primal, that had called to her from the first day she’d seen him, even from a distance.

Something not so… innocent…like he appeared to be.

Rolling her eyes upwards, she glared at him with a smirk. “Now I want to get a glimpse of that man from your past even more,” she snarled in a sultry voice, running her tongue across her bottom lip. “I want to see how wet he can get me.”

With a low growl, deep in his throat, Jeremy gently nudged her forward and leaned away, his hands falling off her body.

And Ana instantly missed the warmth of his fingers.

“I’m sorry,” he murmured, walking away.

“But why?” Ana immediately demanded, reaching for his hand. “Why are you sorry? I never complained—“

“I’m a priest, Ana,” he interrupted. “I shouldn’t do this. You’re here for a confession, and here I am, putting my hands on your body, inappropriately.”

“I mean,” she shrugged, “I didn’t say I hated it.”

“But do you think God approves of this?” Jeremy countered. “This is sacred ground. A holy place. And I’m a vessel—“

The rest of the words were cut off his mouth as Ana pressed her lips to his in a sudden kiss, sloppy enough to have him aroused, and brief enough to have him salivating for more.

Stunned, he stared at her for a good few minutes, his lips glistening with her saliva, and then, he was suddenly jolted back to reality when he felt her fingers on the back of her neck, snaking into his hair.

“Do you know who my fantasies are about?” She demanded in the same sultry voice, gazing up at him through eyes heavy with desire.

“Ana,” Jeremy sighed, trying to pry her hands away. Trying to keep his distance.

His cock was stiff and throbbing painfully now, and he didn’t want her feeling it.

He was a priest, goddammit. He had to remember that.

He needed to seek forgiveness.

“They’re about you,” she whispered, biting her lip. “My head is filled with thoughts of you, and having you inside me, and taking you in my mouth, and it’s been so for the past 80 days, Jeremy.”

She didn’t add the priestly title this time.

“I’m starting to lose my mind.” She shook her head, biting her lips. “Why would God punish me this way? Making me want someone I can’t have…”

Jeremy just stared at her quietly, his heart racing with the need to hold her, touch her, fuck her until she gets as deeply sat—

God.

Somehow, he’d known. But he’d acted aloof.

With a deep sigh, she took a step back from him, her hands falling away from his neck. “My bad,” she apologized, raising her hands in surrender. “You look really flabbergasted.” She scoffed, running a hand through her hair in frustration, and grabbing her purse off the table. “I guess I must have overstepped my bound—“

Without warning, and having lost total control, Jeremy reached forward and grabbed her by the waist, pulling her in and smashing his lips down on hers.

Taken aback, and thrilled, Ana stayed curled up against him, a little stiff, and Jeremy was forced to tear his lips away.

“Are you—God, I’m-“

“No,” she placed a finger over his lips, “I’m fine.”

She stuck out her tongue and ran the pink tip over her bottom lip sensuously, and that was the priest’s final undoing.

He leaned down again and claimed her lips, this time slowly, more intentionally, his tongue swirling in and taking charge, drawing a moan out of her.

And as she writhed in his arms, a mind-numbing pleasure washing over her, she kissed him back fervently, a sigh of relief escaping her lips, her purse slipping out of her hands to the floor.

Both aloof to the sacredness of the ground they danced upon in passion. Forgetting for a moment filled with desire, the circumstances surrounding them.

As he kissed her, his fingers slipped into the sundress, brushing against her taut nipples.

His cock hardened tighter at the realization that she had no bra on.

She’d come here with the full intent to tempt him.

He deepened the kiss as he started to play with her nipples, and at some point, after he tore his lips away from to lap his warm tongue against her swollen, perky nipples, she threw her head back in a gasp of pleasure, both excitement and surprise coursing through her.

She’d probably underestimated him just a little bit.

Finally, he closed his mouth around one of them, sucking and biting, pulling on them, teasing her. Causing her pain and soothing it over with an insane dose of pleasure.

Ana couldn’t get enough.

She arched her back as his fingers slid down her stomach, past her navel, and pulling up the sundress to her waist.

And as he snaked his fingers up her thighs, to her throbbing center, she held her breath, waiting as he teased around the wetness begging to be felt.

When he eventually pushed her panties to the side and skipped a finger into her, she experienced pure bliss, and a strew of curses escaped his tongue in native language, his gaze darkening.

“God,” he rasped, pushing his finger up further into her, “you’re so freaking wet.”

Eager to please, and the sounds of her moans like music to his ears, he hoisted her legs off the floor and placed them on each of his shoulders, getting down on one knee.

“W-what are you doing?”

He glanced up at her with passion-heavy eyes, a smirk on his lips. “Relax, Ana. You’re beautiful. I just wanna taste you.”

“What?” She scoffed, disbelief flashing across her features. “B-but, we’re here…”

“Isn’t this what you wanted? To be eaten out by me?”

Without waiting to hear her response, he nudged her back and buried his head between her thighs, immediately lapping his tongue against the dripping core.

A blinding surge of pleasure rushed through her body, and she let out a muffled cry, her fingers moving to his head to keep it where it was.

“Fuck, Jeremy,” she cried, as he curled his way into her, moving into and out with a calculated rhythm that was set to throw her over the edge.

She hadn’t been entirely wrong about him.