Page 30 of The Love of Priest

A chuckle fled from his lips. "Gioia." His hands, for the first time, descended below her waist to rest on her round ass.

Britain’s eyes seared into his. She always tried to see past the darkness within them, but she just couldn't. Those orbs withheld his soul in its entirety. Britain always hoped that whenever she made him laugh and smile, his eyes would soften, but they never did. He had trained himself to remain on his toes no matter how comfortable or at ease he felt.

"Ask me anything," he offered, kissing her forehead. "I can tell you want to."

Britain cleared her throat. His voice, his touch, his gaze all had her wanting to just melt away in his arms. Priest introduced her to rough yet gentle. She had never experienced the two at the same time.

"Why me?" Britain asked quietly. Priest raised his brow. The question didn't necessarily catch him off guard. He just didn't understand why she asked.

"Why not you? You don't find yourself worthy?" he responded with a questioning look of his own. Britain instantly parted her eyes from Priest’s. He had just opened a can of worms that she was desperately trying to keep shut.

"Look at me." Priest guided her head back up. "You're woman enough to look me in the eyes. Don't shy away now."

Saved by the bell,Britain thought when she heard the kitchen timer sound off. Priest let out a light sigh and released her from his hold. His eyes watched her attentively, observing as she shuffled around the kitchen preparing everything for dinner. She plated both her and Priest's food before pouring them glasses of the mixed drink she prepared specifically for dinner. With the help of Priest, she placed everything on the dining table where they sat across each other.

This time, instead of praying individually, Priest and Britain joined hands as he led them in prayer. Britain couldn't fight the smile on her face when she heard Priest thank God for her. She wasn't sure whether he was doing it out of courtesy since she prepared the meal, or if he was doing it for other reasons only he could explain. Either way, it caused her to thank God for him in her own head.

"You gotta be good at everything?" Priest glanced from his plate to Britain whose face was warming up at the praise he gave her.

Britain thanked him. "I'm not all the way with the cooking, but my mother has taught me enough to make sure I'll never go hungry."

"Shit, me either," he jested, causing Britain to laugh.

Over dinner, the two continued to have conversation and laugh with one another. Britain was just glad their last conversation in the kitchen hadn't resurfaced.

"In my opinion, Ronnie was way finer than Diamond. Diamond was slick basic if we being honest." Priest shrugged as if he had rested his case. The two were having a heated debate about the well-known movie,The Player’s Club. Britain was dragging Ronnie and deeming her as a full-fledged hater, while Priest disagreed.

Britain's eyes widened. "What?! Do you hear yourself?! Diamond was way finer than Ronnie!" Britain argued. Priest waved Britain off as if she were speaking nonsense.

"Diamond really wasn't all that. The only thing she really did was beat Ronnie’s ass. Other than that, she wasn't touching Ronnie at all. Ronnie had that demeanor to her that Diamond lacked. Ronnie knew she was a bad bitch. Diamond was still trying to figure it out."

"If she was so confident in being a bad bitch, why was she always hating?" Britain raised a brow.

Priest smacked his lips. "She wasn't hating. She was just making sure Diamond knew her place. All I know is if anybody comes into my shit doing too much for my liking, I'm gonna address it, and that's what Ronnie did. I just wish she ain't get her ass whooped at the end." Priest laughed as he thought back to the iconic fight scene between Diamond and Ronnie that had everyone at the edge of their seats.

"Ronnie was hating," Britain concluded. Priest chuckled at how stubborn Britain was.

"Alright. That's like some new journalist taking over the spot you have atThe Times. You won't be pressed?"

Britain cut her eyes at him since he managed to manipulate a way for him to be right. "This isn't about me, though." She shook her head, refusing to give him the upper hand in the argument.

"Alright. Let's just agree to disagree," he came to an agreeable conclusion with an amused expression etched on his face.

Satisfied with his decision to put the debate to an end, Britain smiled before getting up from the table to take care of the mess in the kitchen. Priest followed behind her to assist her.

"You don't have to," she assured him.

"You're right, but I want to," He clarified, causing another smile to grace her face. Together, they stood at the sink washing the dishes and various other utensils that were needed to prepare the meal. Britain washed while he dried and put them away as she directed.

Once they were done, they found themselves in Britain's bedroom watching another movie. Priest wasn't sure if he could get through the movie without falling asleep. The food Britain had just stuffed him with was giving him the itis.

"Stay with me tonight," Britain whispered. The sun had resigned from the sky and was replaced by the fluorescent moon. Priest always managed to lose track of time whenever he was with Britain.

Taking ahold of her face, Priest lowered his head for a kiss. Slowly, they moved in sync with each other, their lips fused together in a spark-inducing chemistry. Slipping their tongues into each other's mouths, they took on the exploration of getting to know each other on an even deeper level. Priest hovered over Britain's petite body. His clunky and authentic diamond-flooded jewelry brushed against her skin slightly, causing a shudder to slither up her spine. His massive right hand gripped the side of her thigh as her legs propped up and open, emulating a butterfly. The dress she wore had now rolled up to her waist, exposing the black lace thong she was wearing.

Britain was open to all the things Priest was willing to give her right now. Her heart was palpitating against her chest with severe nerves. She wasn't sure of what was to come as Priest kissed her passionately with conviction and intensity. Her breathing hitched in anticipation as he sank his teeth into the plump and tender flesh of her bottom lip, sucking on it slowly.

Caught in the euphoria of the tender kiss, a hiss slipped out of her lips. He sealed the kiss with a peck, leaving Britain ultimately dazed.

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