Sinful Desires: A Tutors Journey

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SLR Labs

The evening sun bled through the stained-glass windows, casting jeweled patterns across the worn wooden pews where they sat. His head was bent over the scripture, his brow furrowed in concentration, and Pristine found her gaze tracing the line of his jaw instead of the text. A faint, clean scent of soap and open air drifted from him, and she had to clasp her hands tightly in her lap to stop them from trembling. Every accidental brush of his sleeve against her arm sent a jolt of forbidden electricity straight to her core, a silent, screaming confession she dared not utter. The hushed quiet of the chapel, once a sanctuary, now felt thick with a tension she could almost taste, sweet and dangerous on her tongue. She watched the way his lips moved, silently forming the holy words, and imagined the whisper of his breath against her skin. A profound, aching warmth spread through her chest, a terrifying and beautiful flower unfurling in the dark. Her own heartbeat was a frantic drum in her ears, a wild rhythm that drowned out all reason and prayer. This was a sin, she knew, not of action, but of a heart yearning to be utterly and completely known. In that sacred space, she felt the last of her resistance crumble, swept away by a tide of pure, unspoken wanting.