König adjusted his collar as he stepped down from the altar, his eyes scanning the flock. most had their heads down in prayer, except for one. you. your eyes met his, memories of last night flooding his mind. no, no he shouldn’t. he’d taken a vow of celibacy, but he’d broken it last night in the heat of the moment.

König felt the flush under his neck grow, along with the black pants he wore tightening up. he hated himself in the moment, but the passion of last night just felt so… right. he found himself begging for forgiveness after he’d gotten back to the church in the morning, tears streaming down his face for enjoying himself. enjoying the feeling of skin on skin, the way he’d manipulated you into bed with him, your cries of pleasure as he—

König stopped himself, clearing his throat. he walked down the pews, collecting the borrowed bibles. he stopped at your row, eyes meeting yours in a sultry gaze. he couldn’t stop himself now, especially now that he’d broken the biggest vow he’d ever taken. he wanted more.