The Pious Priest's Sinful Collection - Chapter 42 🔞
He found it deeply unsatisfying, but the sight of her swollen, parted lips was so achingly inviting. They drew Theodore in as if under a spell, and he leaned down toward her.
As he leaned in closer, the connection between them deepened. Even in her dazed state, Daphne let out a breathless sound, overwhelmed by the weight of sensation pressing in on her.
“Nngh… uhh…”
A faint whimper slipped from her lips — the kind of sound that blurred the line between surrender and exhaustion.
Though her body threatened to drift away into unconsciousness, Theodore wouldn’t let her go so easily. Again and again, he pulled her back from the edge.
“Please…”
Her unfocused, turquoise eyes fluttered beneath heavy lids, uncertain whether what she felt belonged to the waking world or some fevered dream.
“You may sleep.”
Theodore gently kissed her lips, as soft as the flutter of a butterfly’s wings. Night had already fallen, and the tangled bed they lay in was shrouded in darkness. In the shadowed space, a quiet voice fell, pulling Daphne, drenched in water, into the embrace of a demon.
It didn’t take long for the gasping, which had been undulating like waves in the raging storm, to settle into a calm surface.
Zzz…zz…
Listening to her steady breathing, he eased my deeply buried cxck out. The slowly withdrawing s***t still throbbed as if it wanted to finish filling her gullet. Her breathing faltered as the dilated veins scratched against her thickened inner walls, delivering the slightest twinge of pleasure.
“Hngh…”
“Shhhh.”
Daphne’s consciousness drifted back to the surface as Theodore soothed her, and when he was sure she was fully asleep, he withdrew his length completely.
The milky liquid that trickled down the crevice of her hip, the result of all the lust he’d been holding in check, piled up like sand dunes.
The urge to scoop up the oozing cxm and push it back between those bruised lower lips lingered in his mind, as intrusive as grains of sand. Swallowing hard, Theodore placed his hand beneath Daphne’s navel.
As his large palm touched her flesh, a golden glow emanated from the skin where they met, and as the warmth covered the beautiful flesh, the bruises that had been sucked and nibbled at melted away like snow.
Theodore whispered as he looked at her snow-white skin.
“The day I saw you again was the day I learned of the existence of the convent.”
At that time, he didn’t even know the girl’s name, nor her age. The only thing he knew was that she was a mischievous troublemaker with warm, chestnut-colored hair and playful turquoise eyes.
They had met within the temple grounds, so he assumed she must be a theology student. He tried engaging with the other seminarians, but he couldn’t find her. No matter where he searched, it was the same.
As the days stretched on without seeing her, his anxiety grew. Where could she be? If only he had asked her name back then.
Could she possibly be someone from outside the temple? If she were truly an outsider, he would never be able to meet her again on his own terms. Unless she, by some miracle, decided to come looking for him, he would never see her again.
Just as despair began to settle in, he learned about the prophecy of the Three Stars and the significance of the convent. Curiosity led him to visit the place, secretly hoping to find answers.
And at last, he did.
Among a group of girls dressed in identical robes, he spotted her — shyly smiling. It was a completely different smile from the one she had given him, with her teeth exposed as she laughed so loudly before.
She was smiling, but it was a smile that seemed to retreat inward, as though she was pulling herself away.
The moment he saw that smile, Theodore felt his heart tighten and his stomach churn. He had changed because of her, but here she was, looking just like his former self. He couldn’t tear his eyes away.
“You’ll never know how I felt then.”
It was strange.
Even though she didn’t have that bright, sparkling vitality she once had, he still couldn’t stop looking at her.
He had always thought about her day and night, and now, knowing that she was the subject of the prophecy of the Three Stars, he knew he should have stopped caring. She was someone he shouldn’t get closer to, someone he should have given up on.
And yet, instead of despair, hope began to blossom within him.Now that he knew where she was and what situation she was in, all he had to do was figure out how to see her for as long as possible.
And so Theodore resolved to become a cardinal. He had dared to kneel before God with an impure heart.
