SANCTIFIED IN SIN

†PROLOGUE†

The scent of incense hung heavy in the air almost like a silken mist that twined through the hallowed arches of the cathedral. Candle flames wavered with the blow of the wind along the altar and to all the extremities within the church.

Their low golden glow casted flickering shadows on ancient stone walls reflecting the sacred art. Within the walls of the church, the choir's hymns rose and fell like whispers of angels, almost so smoothly that it seemed like a played piece of tape.

A piece of tape filled with the beautiful voices of angels from heaven.

It felt so warming and alluring as everyone within cascaded to call upon the lord, their intentions pure and holy.

They wanted nothing else but deliverance and redemption. Within their hearts, they silently prayed for redemption and deliverance, going on over and over the prayer of repentance before they would silently confess their sins.

But one woman stood apart.

Her lips should have moved with the sacred verses, her heart aligned with the piety surrounding her.

Yet she was still, her eyes fixed ahead, her heartbeat betraying her. Each steady thrum felt like a whispered confession of its own

But instead her body and spirit were drowned.

She couldn't look away….

As extremely calm and collected she was on the outside, her heartbeat was a blasphemous rhythm, each pulse almost like a whispered confession of her sins….

She couldn’t look away.

From the shadows, her eyes traced the woman beyond the altar and even though it wasn't the first time.

She couldn't get enough of her.

Nor would she ever get to feel her as close as her breath on her skin.

But even within a distance from the altar, her breaths were shallow, her chest rising and falling in quiet surrender and admiration.

She lightly laid her palms across her favorite suit rubbing away the light wrinkles that almost never existed but it was like a silent reminder.

She knew she should stop.

She had to stop….

But those were the same words she would tell herself every time, she would step foot in the sacred space. The space meant for salvation, for connection with the divine but the knowledge of it, fueled her desire.

She had lost count of the times she imagined the woman before the altar letting her feel the slickness of her warm cum.

And as sickening as it was, she had wanted her more than anyone else.

And she meant to have her…

Even if it meant once.

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Firstly, this is not a love story...

This is a descent.

Dark.

Sensual

Unforgiving

And addictive.

This will neither be pretty.

Nor will it be pure.

It won’t save her because it's meant to unmake her.

And that’s what makes it so addictive.

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