The Un-Holy Love of a Priest

Chapter 8: What are you doing to me?

Grace’s POV

My eyes lifted to rest on the man who shines brighter than a Sun. He is a unique combination of hot fire and cool water with that personality and deep-deep blue eyes.

His eyes averted from the audience and on to me. I smiled widely when our eyes locked and could see his lips uplift even from this distance. Averting his eyes back on the couple standing in front of him, I saw as he crossed them after blessing.

I waited eagerly for him to come right when he turned on his heels. I ran towards the door, unlocking it while rushing back to the living room.

It’s odd how excited I felt knowing he will be here now. The whole day I was lonely. Nothing new though, I’ve always been lonely since last week after my recovery. Lucius is a gentleman. He would sleep on the couch every night and let me keep the king sized bed to me. At times I think to switch our places but he wouldn’t agree.

He wanted to make sure I was feeling at home and I haven’t admitted it to anyone (not even me) that I feel at home.

The door knob turned and it pushed open to reveal the handsome and divine priest. Our smile widened as he closed the door and walked towards me. My eyes trailed over his face and body. His hairs were short and neatly combed with that sharp nose, perfect lips and almost pentagonal shaped face. His jaw line is so fine, I cannot help but marvel to run a finger on it; wishing it wouldn’t get cut.

He is tall, muscular and graceful. His movements are fluid. I can bet every time he walks, people do amaze at his graceful and slithering movements.

His teeth are pearly white and his eyes shine when he is genuinely happy. I don’t know how many people know of this but Lucius tends to narrow his eyes slightly in deep thoughts. His fists would clench unknowing to him as every now and then he would caress his chin while staring ahead.

He is a devoted man—extremely devoted who contains a faint godly smile on his lips. He is a clean freak, organized and every décor in this house is his choice. If you want a good company, he is the one.

Always talking intellectually; that drives me mad at times. Say, one day I slept through the evening. He pestered me to wake up preaching that this wasn’t a best time to sleep.

‘You’re fate sleeps when you sleep’ and he went on supporting it at how this is going to affect my biological clock; hinders the wear-tear of my body and make me a little demon in human skin. All he meant was me turning into a zombie. So, rather than sleeping, I should invest that time in constructive work.

He went on and on until I got frustrated for not being able to catch on my sleep and threw the duvet away. I heard Lucius laugh and disregarding the smile that appeared on my face due to him, I continued to bicker under my breath.

Also, the clerical collar around his long neck is… um… what is a polite way to say—hot for a priest?

You get the gist, right?

Finally my eyes traveled to the heavy stone and metals embellished crucifix that hung low on his neck. You would mistake him for a god like I did. Everyone does; nothing new in that.

“Good evening, Miss Martinez.” He greeted and I was brought back to earth.

I fought the blush trying to present itself while nodding in acknowledgment.

“How was your day?” I asked right when he turned to his room.

Biting my lips when he stopped instantly and turned to look at me skeptically, I waited for his response. To my surprise he looked impressed.

“Let’s talk about it once we’re done eating.” He suggested and I was totally fine with it.

That reminded me of the food I prepared an hour ago. I’ll go and heat it, meanwhile. As I waited for the microwave to ding, I heard Lucius call my name; urgently.

The moment I stepped in the room, the lights blacked out and I stilled in my place.

“Grace?” He called again while I remained rooted in my place.

“Y-yes?” I answered back, finding my way back towards the bathroom.

“Did you turn off the water?” he asked calm as a river and I shook my head foolishly.

I was walking in the bathroom’s direction while answering.

“No. I didn’t! There is power cut off.” I called out and felt the edge of the bathroom door that got me stumbled.

I shrieked feeling my heart going wild and ready to jump off my throat but luckily, a set of arms held me tightly. The warm hands on my waist and the hard surface I was pressed against to, became my support and I leaned on it while taking sharp breaths.

Until, I felt a shiver run down my spine. It was too late to realize that I got soaked; my clothes were wet. I pushed away and my leg slipped in the process; my head hitting hard against the wooden door.

Groaning, I rubbed my sore spot; grateful I didn’t hit the floor though. Lucius was freaking out as his hands tried to find me in the darkness. Why was my eyesight failing?

I felt the floor too wet and cold. So, I started feeling things to get on my feet. I put my hand in the air, finding something and the moment I touched it, I pulled. The air got filled with Lucius’ weird scream; giving me chills.

“Lucius, are you okay?” I asked out in fear.

On the other hand, he groaned without any response. I started feeling for the length of the handle more but frowned when it felt… weird.

Just as I reached for its jut, my mind jotted down what I felt. A hard-soft length—Must be the velvet cover on it; it moved under pressure but the moment I went a little down; I froze.

Instinctively, Lucius moaned and that burned my ears. I know I should pull my hand away but my body wasn’t listening to me anymore.

I remained there with my hands on his hard girth which grew more and I felt it. An inner, more curious part wanted to explore its hardened length but my mostly sane mind screamed no.

‘He’s a Priest!!! Snap back!’

My guilty conscience mocked but… but… my hands were frozen. The fact that Lucius was groaning in his throat was not helping.

‘It’s a sin, Grace.’

Another one pointed out and my eyes widened more, if that was even possible. A sin. Hell, no! I can’t shoulder the burden of other sins except the one I am carrying already.

Involuntarily, my grip loosened but gasps filled with air when Lucius’ strong hands wrapped around mine; guiding them back on the junction of his hardness. He gasped from pleasure while I gasped from his unexpected actions.

He pulled me back and our feet moved until he hit the back of the bathroom tiles. My other hand automatically was placed on his slippery chest; due to sweat or water, I don’t know. His hand went around mine and flushed me against him, muttering my name.

The way he said it with desire filled voice brought tingles all over my body especially to the core. As if on cue, my inexperienced hand started to move to and fro. Lucius’ head hit the bathroom wall while his hips rocked, impatiently.

I don’t know which was hot—the feel of his length or the response of his hips. I felt heat emanate from my body.  

Suddenly, it turned cold when the water from the shower head came pouring down on me. I shrieked and stepped away; clearing wet hair out of my eyes. To my horror, the lights was on and what I saw would never leave my eyes.

Lucius, in all his glorious nakedness was leaning on the wall with his head lulled back. A hand covering his hardness; failing while he took forced breathing.

My hand flew to my mouth when the seriousness of the matter hit me.

This is so wrong…

So very wrong…

It’s a sin and I was going to be doomed.

Freaking out, I wrapped my hands over my body but the stupid, evil eyes trailed over his body once more. It was an appreciative sight. I didn’t know priest could be so good!

He looked hot! Deliciously-hot and powerful. The way his veins stood out in hands and legs, they showed his endurance strength.

Unbeknownst, I found the guilt rid away and fawned over his beauty. His eyes fluttered open and they landed on me. A strange familiar emotion washed over me when his lustful gaze trailed over the whole of me. He licked his lips and I followed his suit. He stared me for what seemed like forever while I shivered under the cold water.

Long was the water forgotten along with the coldness that seeped through me when I saw him not blink his eyes; at all!

Suddenly, the bathroom turned hot and I gulped when his hand started working on his length; carefully. I can see him thinking at the back of his mind. There were questions like mine, running inside his head.

He bit his lip hard and his eyes rolled back showing the whites. I clenched my thighs involuntarily, tightly gripping my fingers on my arms; fearing they would do things that I wouldn’t appreciate.

“Grace…” the moment he called my name, I was right in front of him; unable to control.

The urge and twitching in my core intensified as I stepped closer to him. His eyes landed on mine, head tilted while he licked his lips again.

I saw how he rocked his hip—slow but forceful; fighting to control the urges. We were sailing in the same boat. My hands wanted to help him out; this weird torture was pleasurable yet unbearable.

The fact that there wouldn’t be no stopping back if proceeded ahead, I know what he was feeling right now but his eyes and jaw line caught my attention. I extended my fingers to draw the line of his face while he grunted my name, yet again.

“Grace!” the urgency, heaviness and desire was so much more that I stepped closer than intended.

His head leaned on my shoulder while he shook greatly and repeated my name over and over; under his breath.

My head screamed to grab his hand and put it down where it was aching badly but… I didn’t!

His hot breath added fuel to my fire and I could literally feel the heat wrapping my neck, cheeks and ears. His loud breathing made me clutch tightly to his arm. His hand wrapped around my waist tightly with one hand; bringing me closer to him than was possible. I was a head and few inch shorter than him.

My chest was suppressed by his left side of chest and the mere sensation was driving me crazy. I closed my eyes shut; his breathing becoming normal while mine was getting fast.

After what seemed like forever, we pulled back hesitantly at the same time. A short eye glance and I averted it in a flash when my heart raced to its peak.

“Take a shower.” Lucius sounded new; different that forced me to look up at him.

Varied emotions were playing on his face and I couldn’t pick up one. I was intrigued; wanted to know more about him, his feelings.

He turned his head and I wanted to ask him what was going through his head but he left without a word. My heart was ready to fail and I sighed the moment he left. There was a buzz through the entire body which was dissipating heat off my ears and face.

“Gawd! What was that?” I can still feel his thing, muscles, contours and flesh against my palm and body.

I stripped down my clothes to take a shower and wash away the dangerous sensation off me. No matter how much I tried, these things didn’t leave my mind for a second.

“Oh! Father Lucius, what are you doing to me?” I mumbled under my breath.