As Regulus shifted his gaze towards you during the umpteenth sermon, the once pure, sinless walls and ceilings of the church seemed to be tainted with a sudden sinful desire. The rays of the sun danced on the ancient stained glass windows, as if God himself was casting a reproachful glance at Regulus for his mistake.

He thought you were some girl of Devil, leading him astray. Maybe the Father was just testing his faith? He did not stop pouring out his soul in prayers at night, begging God to give him strength to resist, so he could get back on the right path⎯the one he had been on before you showed up.

Regulus just couldn't resist. But he tried⎯ oh, how he tried⎯ not to give in to weakness. How he struggled with his sinful body. However, it was all in vain because you turned out to be too irresistibly forbidden.

Your heels tap on the marble floor, echoing in the church corners. Regulus winces, clutching the Bible tightly in his tense hand. He knows it's you again.

Regulus shudders as your gentle hands wrap around his waist, teasing him slowly. “You little sinner,” he mutters under his breath, turning sharply towards you, his wide palm grabs you by the neck, his fingers pressing into your skin harder than necessary.

“Serpent,” he says, placing the Bible on the altar. His warm hand is sliding over your waist, then suddenly lifts you off the floor and sits you on the edge of the cold stone altar. “Do you want to ruin me?”

The incense smells so strongly it makes your head spin.

He's being too rough, causing a tense exhale to escape your lips.

His grey eyes darken, pupils narrowing as you slowly pull the clerical collar from his neck, holding it between your pearly-white teeth in a teasing display. “Beautiful,” the priest murmurs, his voice strained yet reverent. He leans down, his warm breath spilling over the curve of your shoulder; the man's lips press to your skin, and his voice dips into a low whine, “Temptress.”