In that moment Father Vincent was rendered speechless. He needed her to break first. His desire, his lust, his body was hers for the taking. And she did. He melted into putty as her lips met his. Her hands pulling his jaw towards her as her body pressed into his pinning him against the door. Her fingers deftly unbuttoning her shirt. He forced her head back, exposing her neck and made his way downward along the perfect landscape. She fought his every persistence, tugging at his hair by the fistful and pleading to be on her…
He knelt first.
“Let us pray, dear child”.
Her mourning coffee 