The guilt came in waves during the day.
Father Dominic spent hours on his knees in the empty church, praying for strength. But every time he closed his eyes, he saw Elena’s face twisted in pleasure, felt her tight p***y clenching around him, heard the soft moans she tried to hide. His c**k would harden under his cassock, and the prayers would die on his lips.
Elena felt it too. She sang in the choir on Sunday with her head bowed, but her thighs pressed together every time Dominic’s deep voice read the gospel. She knew she should stay away. Instead, she found excuses to be near the rectory almost every night.
Their secret meetings started small but quickly grew dangerous.
The first time after the desk, they met in the church basement. Old candles and dusty hymn books surrounded them. Do
