Entangled With The Sinful Priest

CHAPTER TWO

Nathaniel's POV

The chapel was alive with murmured prayers as the evening service came to a close. I stood on the altar and delivered benediction, as usual; my voice filled the sacred space.

For the past few weeks, Vanessa's quiet presence had become a constant I had come to expect, even look forward to. She often sat at the back, with eyes as bright as the morning sun. The pews she always occupied remained empty, and her absence bothered me more than I could admit.

"Go in peace, and may the Lord guide you through the night," I concluded the service, raising my hands to bless them.

The congregation shouted their amens and they were all chattering indistinctively as they left.

I looked through the dispersing crowd one last time, hoping to see if she changed where she usually Sat I hadn't noticed earlier, but she was nowhere to be found.

"Goodnight, Father," An elderly woman greeted, holding hands with her husband as she approached me with a smile all over her face.

"Goodnight, Mrs. Hargrave," I replied with a warm smile. "May you and Mr. Hargrave have a restful night."

"Thank you, Father," her husband replied, adding a nod.

A few more members came to exchange polite pleasantries as they made their way out. I made sure to answer everyone politely before leaving for my office.

Vanessa was one of the most diligent members of the congregation, a fervent believer who rarely missed a service. She moved through the chapel with a purpose and she never hesitated to lend a helping hand when needed. She is stunning with perfect blue eyes, sleek black hair and an hourglass figure. Her lips are full, and her breasts big, which draws me in towards her, making her impossible to ignore.

Our eyes had met on several occasions, there was something in her gaze that sparked my curiosity.

I couldn't deny the pull I felt towards her, but I held myself back. Part of me hesitated out of respect for my role, to approach her might blur the sacred lines I was committed to uphold.

So I kept my distance, convincing myself it was for her sake, as much as mine. But, every time our eyes met, I felt an urge I couldn't name but I couldn't also ignore.

Some random thoughts ran through my head as I went to my office; 'Was she avoiding him? Did something happen to her?'

"Stop this," I called myself to order. "You're a priest. This doesn't concern you.”

As I was about to settle in my office, I saw her come in with her head down and with some pieces of luggage that felt strange to be carried at night. Her demeanour was different from the usual ones I had always witnessed.

I wanted to ignore it but I told myself it was out of concern and his duty as a man of God.

When I approached her, it was out of curiosity and was to guide her and comfort her, when she told me her situation, I felt genuine pity for her. When I told her I could take her pains away, it came from the most genuine part of me.

The real 'house of God' is our bodies, this is just a building." I had told her, guiding her face towards mine. I had meant to offer reassurance and to make her know she wasn't alone and I cared for her but the words came out charged. Not what I intended but it was filled with desire and genuineness.

When her voice faltered and whispered, "I want it too.” I wasn’t sure if it was the pain that drove her to me, or if she, too, was searching for something forbidden. I reached for her without thinking too much, leaning towards her and planting a kiss on her lips; our tongues intertwining with each other.

She didn't pull away and I didn't stop. Every instinct screamed at me to pull back and beg for forgiveness, but her blue eyes and trembling lips drew me closer. I lied to myself that it was about her pain and about me offering solace.

"I've never done this before," Nathaniel confessed, his hands tracing her jawline, moving her face towards his as he buried his lips into hers. "I've never crossed the line before.” His voice was filled with guilt and pleasure as he kissed Vanessa.

Vanessa's heart pounded as she stared into his lustful eyes, filled with desire for her. "Then why, why with me," She tried to catch her breath.

"Because I can't stop myself, you're impossible to resist," he whispered into her ears and his deep dark voice made her body tingle. She wanted more.

"Vanessa," "Tell me to stop."

But she didn't. Instead, her hands moved tentatively to rest on my chest, right over my heart.

"I don't want you to stop," she whispered in my ear as she bit on it gently.

On hearing this, my walls crumbled. I looked up, and I saw the crucifix hanging above the altar, the face of Christ seeming to judge me from the shadows, but instead of repentance, all I could care about was her soft voice and her touch that was setting my soul ablaze.

We moved to the pews and I slowly began to undress her. 'Damn, her skin is so soft,' I thought.

Just when we were about to take it a step further, we heard footsteps just outside the chapel.

"Quickly, go hide," I instructed her hastily, "While I go find out who it is.”