The morning sun filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow over Isabella's disheveled bed. She stretched languidly, her body still humming from the night's forbidden encounter with Father Miguel.

Cum from his release had dried on her thighs, a sticky reminder of how thoroughly he'd claimed her. She touched herself lightly, fingers slipping through the remnants, a shiver running through her.

But guilt flickered in her chest not enough to regret, but enough to make her crave ...