Mark Jackson is under cover in search of a traitor. He thinks he's discovered the perfect disguise. Faith Langley has been waiting for the perfect man. Now she's about to discover the joys of being mastered by the new parish priest. The one thing neither expects is to find the perfect partner. Special Content Alert: D/s, priest festish Excerpt: Evil, evil thoughts, but something in her nature made her long to submit to him, to have him master her. "I've been thinking about you too." He slipped his arms around her, pulled her against his body and lowered his mouth to hers. As he parted her lips with his tongue, she couldn't help but think their first kiss tasted like sparkling wine. His embrace was every bit as strong as she'd imagined, and the decadent heat of his body engulfed her. He slid his hands over her body, exploring her curves and pushing her back against the wall of the confessional booth. He rolled his hips against hers, his soft sounds of desire sending shockwaves through her. His musky scent mingled with the church incense, melting her like candle wax. The closeness and heat of his hands and body made her weak. She'd never seen such beauty-the thin film of sweat over his skin shimmered in the candlelight. He kissed the hollow of her throat and slipped his hand down to the buttons on her blouse, unbuttoning each one with care. He folded the fabric of her dress back to reveal her breasts encased by the thin white lace of her bra. Brushing his fingers over her nipples, he pushed the material back and eased her breast free. She gasped, bit her bottom lip, and clung to his black robe when his hot, wet mouth covered her hardened nipple. Dizzy and grateful for his strong arm holding her steady she whimpered, breathless. He moved his attention to her other breast. In her fantasies it never felt this good. He slid his hand down and gathered the skirt of her dress, raising it to her waist. "Father, please. Wait. What if someone should-?" "Shh," he whispered. "No one will know." He knelt, moving his hand down her sweat-damp stomach, stopping to trace around her navel in a feather-light touch before pushing his finger into it with a stirring motion, making her stomach clench. She arched her back toward him and he knelt, lowering his mouth to kiss her navel, probing and swirling his tongue into it. She couldn't stop the moan from falling from her lips. "Hush now, we don't want anyone to interrupt us," he said, his voice husky yet full of authority. Lord help her, he meant to take her here, in the confessional. Excitement and fear mingled with desire. His fingers branded her with fire between her legs, and her knees turned to water. She slid down the wall of the confessional. His touch excited her in ways that all the backseat fumblings of the guys she'd gone out with never had. Always before she'd been able to pull back. Not this time. She wanted Father Mark to fuck her and she didn't care how he did it. In the back of her mind she heard her Uncle telling her the man causing her body such incredible pleasure wasn't what he seemed. She pushed the warning away, refusing to believe Father Mark could be anything worse than a priest who had not been able to keep his vows. The idea that he couldn't resist the temptation she presented gave her a funny little thrill of power she'd never experienced before. She gazed down at him on his knees before her and touched his hair. His expression when he looked up at her stole her breath away.
Author: D'Artagnan, Etienne
Publisher: Noble Romance Publishing, LLC
Title: Last Rites
Pages: 00000 (Encrypted PDF)
On Sale: 2010-01-01
Category: Fiction : Erotica - General
Category: Fiction : Romance - Contemporary