Semua Bab Addicted To Sin: A Steamy MxM Collection.: Bab 31 - Bab 40

Chapter 32Noah’s POV. I never thought my dick would get me kicked out of heaven, but here I was, kneeling in a dark confessional like a horny idiot.The wooden booth smelled like old polish and guilt. My palms felt sweaty against my thighs as I waited for the priest to slide open the grate. I’d put this off for weeks; every time I walked past Saint Augustine’s, my stomach flipped with a mix of shame and something way worse. Want.At twenty, I was supposed to have my shit together, but instead I was jerking off to thoughts of strong hands and deep voices, and it was eating me alive.“Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned.” My voice came out shaky. “It’s been… three months since my last confession.”A low, calm rumble answered from the other side. “Go on, my son. What weighs on your heart?”I swallowed hard. Father Gabriel. Everyone in the parish talked about him; the young, charismatic priest with the sharp jaw and kind eyes that made old ladies bake extra pies. I’d seen him at mass

Chapter 34Noah’s POV. I never planned on losing my virginity on the floor of a church, but when Father Gabriel locked the doors after midnight mass, all my good intentions went straight to hell… exactly where they belonged.My legs were already shaking as I stepped into the church. The huge space was dead quiet now but there were still candles burning as the moonlight cut through the stained glass and painting everything in deep blues and bloody reds.Gabriel waited near the front pews wearing a full white gown with a stole around his neck. Except for the hunger in his eyes when he saw me, he looked no different from a man filled with grace. “You came back,” he said, voice echoing softly. “Even after I left you leaking and desperate last time.”The words rolled off his tongues easily. “I tried not to,” I admitted, voice small. “But I couldn’t stop thinking about it.”He smiled and crooked a finger. I walked to him like how a moth would to flame. When I got close, he pulled me into

Chapter 36Noah’s POV. The sacristy felt smaller every time I stepped inside, like the walls were closing in to trap me with my own sins.Or was it for?Anyways…Father Gabriel didn’t waste words tonight. The second the door locked behind me, he pointed to the floor in front of the small altar they kept in the back room. I dropped to my knees without being told, already breathing faster. The stole was already in his hands. He draped it around my neck, letting the embroidered ends brush my bare chest after he stripped my shirt off.“Tonight we test your devotion,” he said quietly. “You will pray while I remind your body who it belongs to. If you stop praying, I stop touching. Understand?”“Yes, Father.”He pulled my pants and underwear down to my thighs, leaving my hard cock exposed and leaking. Then he poured holy oil into his palm and wrapped his slick hand around me. The first slow stroke pulled a groan from my throat.“Begin,” he ordered. “Do you know the Act of Contrition?”“Yes

Chapter 38Noah’s POV. The empty church at midnight felt like our own private hell, and Father Gabriel turned our sin into something that looked almost like a sacred marriage.Was this interesting? Yes. Was it also going far?Definitely yes. He had texted me during the day with just a few simple instructions: “Tonight. Wear something nice underneath your clothes and come alone.” My hands shook the whole way there. The suspicion at home had only gotten worse; my mom had started praying the rosary louder when I was around, and my brother kept offering to “talk man to man,” but all I could do was lie again and slip out after dinner, heart hammering.Gabriel waited inside near the altar, fully vested like he was about to say real mass. The candles burned everywhere as the soft golden light danced across the pews and the big crucifix hanging above us. He looked beautiful. Terrifying. Yet Holy.“Come here, my love,” he said softly.I walked up the aisle like a bride, legs weak. When I r

Chapter 40Noah’s POV. The night Gabriel told me he was leaving the priesthood, I should have felt relief. Instead, all I felt was a deeper and a way more darker hunger that would never be satisfied.He had me on the altar again, naked except for the stole and the silver ring on my finger. The candles burned low around us as the church was completely now silent, it felt like even God had finally looked away. Gabriel moved inside me slow and deep, face buried in my neck, whispering between thrusts.“I’m done pretending,” he said, voice rough with pleasure. “I’m leaving the collar. For you. For this.”My heart slammed. “Gabriel…”He thrust harder, folding my legs back so he could get impossibly deeper. “We’ll move somewhere quiet. I’ll still be yours. You’ll still be my secret husband. We’ll sin every single day for the rest of our lives.”The words pushed me over. I came between us with a broken moan, clenching around him. He followed right after, flooding me with another thick load