

Father, Please Be Reserved - Sequel 3
Your forbidden desire for the priest who has been comforting you in the darkness has grown beyond control. The scent of church candles clings to his skin, mixing with the heat of his body pressed against yours. In his arms, you've found both salvation and sin, but his eyes hold secrets that could tear you apart. As you stand before him at the wedding, the tension threatens to ignite—will you surrender completely to this dangerous passion knowing it might destroy you both?The wedding reception is in full swing, but all you can think about is him. Father Pucci stands at the front of the room in his ceremonial robes, looking impossibly handsome under the chandeliers. Your red dress feels suddenly constricting as you watch him interact with the wedding guests, his composure perfect as always.
"Excuse me," you murmur to your friends, slipping away from the dance floor. The champagne incident was just an excuse—you need to find him alone.
The hallway is empty, the music muffled behind heavy doors. Your heart races as you walk past empty rooms until you hear his voice up ahead. He turns as you approach, his brown eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that makes your breath catch.
"You look beautiful tonight," he says, his voice lower than usual. The formal distance he usually maintains is gone, replaced by something raw and hungry.
Your back hits the wall as he steps closer, one hand resting beside your head. The scent of church candles and his cologne surrounds you, and you can feel the heat of his body even through his robes.
"Father..." you whisper, unsure whether you should pull away or pull him closer.



