Page 52 of The Love of Priest

Britain kept her feline-like eyes intertwined with Priest's dark and alluring ones. His bottom lip tucked between his perfectly aligned teeth motivated Britain more. He gave her all the control to distract her from overthinking about the possibility of one of the crew men walking in on them, and Britain picked up the pace, twisting her hips to ensure that with each stroke her spot could be reached.

Priest could see the tears forming in her eyes, an immediate sign that she was nearing her climax. Priest swirled his tongue at the crook of her neck. The slight touch caused Britain to go into overdrive. Exhilaration shot through her as her natural juices gushed all over Priest. A few rough yet pleasing strokes later, Priest found himself at his peak, right behind Britain. He sank his teeth into the smooth skin of Britain's shoulder to muffle the grunt he so badly wanted to let out as he released inside of her.

Breathlessly, they gazed into each other's eyes, light smirks etching their faces. After getting cleaned up thoroughly, Britain slipped her bottoms back on. Reaching steady waters, Priest and Britain were able to lounge on the afterdeck of the yacht.

“I enjoy hearing you much more," Priest's baritone drifted into Britain's ears.

Britain's face heated instantly as she felt Priest flutter light kisses along her jaw line. "You have no shame, do you?"

Priest shook his head. "Nah, not one ounce of it." He shrugged as they shared laughter.

With Britain's hands gripping the railing of the yacht while Priest wrapped his strong arms around her petite frame, they both gazed at the beauty of the deep blue waters that went on for miles and miles. The breeze swept over their skin as the sun embraced their shades of melanin with a gentle kiss.

"I have to take a picture of this." Britain snapped out of the beauty of the sight, rushing to retrieve her camera.

Priest chuckled, awaiting her return. He eyed her attentively as she fidgeted with the camera for a moment before holding it up to her eye. Priest studied her as she snapped a few photos of the sight before them. The water was gorgeous, giving Britain a beautiful sight for some scenic photos.

"You ever thought of being in front of the camera instead?" Priest randomly questioned, causing Britain to halt her actions.

Pulling the camera down from her face, she looked up at Priest. "What are you talking about?"

Priest bit down on his bottom lip gently before taking the camera from her hands and aiming the lens at her. Immediately, Britain shied away and set her sights elsewhere. With her face hidden from the aim of the camera, she avoided any pictures Priest could have potentially taken. "C'mon, give it a try,Gioia. You're an aesthetic," Priest eased out convincingly, causing Britain to laugh.

"The hell do you know about aesthetics?" she asked him with her hand planted on her hip and a smirk on her face. Her tresses were caught in the wind, causing them to flow gracefully in the breeze.

Priest took the opportunity to take a picture. She was distracted. He shrugged his shoulders. "I have no fucking clue what an aesthetic even looks like, but Jazzy says that shit a lot. Fashion school lingo, I guess," he laughed.

Once he stopped talking, Britain could hear the shutter of the camera just fine. Immediately, she began to shy up again. "Britain's shy, butGioiaain't," Priest encouraged her. She cut her eyes at him. She had to admit that was a little clever, and it may have worked in his favor.

"Who do you like more?Gioiaor Britain?" Britain grilled him while her eyes seared into his.

Standing only a few feet away with the camera still aimed at her, Priest took as many shots as he could. He kept her distracted from her attempts at hiding away and concealing herself and her personality by just keeping up conversation. One thing he knew about Britain was that she loved to talk. Conversation was her deepest form of intimacy, so he toyed with that a bit to get her to step out of her comfort zone.

"Britain is who I met. Who intrigued me at first glance. She is who I want to learn and understand, so I study her," Priest explained as he continued to snap photos of her. Britain listened to him as he spoke about her with so much conviction and passion in his voice. "Gioia, she's who I helped bring to life. She's who I want to teach and introduce to the joys of life."

A smile— a full one— graced Britain's face, allowing Priest to gawk at her raw beauty. She was embracing her distinctive smile, despite how many times she'd voiced she hated her gap. The sight was gorgeous to say the least.

As Priest continued to take photos of her, Britain grew more comfortable in front of the camera. In her mind, no one else would get the chance to see these photos of her, so she had nothing to worry about. Only Priest would see her in the state of relaxation, sporting her full smile, embracing her beauty.

"I think you should resign your spot behind the camera and get used to being in front of one." Priest smirked as he laid beside her, flipping through the photos he had taken of her.

Britain chuckled as her eyes scanned over one of the pictures. "I'm not sure about all that now." She shook her head, unconvinced.

As she flipped to the next photo that Priest stamped as his favorite, his eyes widened slightly. "You shittin' me right now,Gioia?" He sighed at the fact that she was still selling herself short after seeing all the proof she needed. "You don’t see what I see?"

The way her hot pink bikini set contrasted her rich sepia skin was gorgeous. Her feline-like eyes were complimented by her gracious lashes gazing into the lens of the camera with the soft look Priest enjoyed so much. She did it so effortlessly, unaware of the type of effect she could have on him or anyone else for that matter.

After staring down at the photo long and hard, Britain aimed the camera at him. "What about you? You seem to love the camera." She flipped the subject matter to Priest.

He waved her off. "The New York Timesgot that covered." Priest shrugged before Britain snapped a photo of him. Looking at the recently taken picture in the display, Britain sighed in defeat at how effortlessly photogenic Priest was. He was just so handsome, and what made it even better was the fact that he was aware of his good looks, but he was so humble with it.

Britain straddled his waist as he laid on his back, letting the sun bathe his skin. His tattoos coursed over his body like butter. His fully ink-decorated arms secured her petite frame as he gazed at her. "You believe in life outside New York?" Priest spontaneously asked her.

Britain sat her camera down beside them and nodded. "I do, but for some reason, I don't feel like there's much out there for me." She shrugged and motioned her hand around, alluding to her current state in life. "It feels like this is it for me."

Confused, Priest furrowed his brows. "Why?"

"I've grown comfortable, I guess," she admitted with slight disappointment weighing down her tone. "The whole reason I came back to New York was to be closer to family, and now that I have that, I'm stuck in that ‘what else can I possibly ask for’ state of mind."

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