She was supposed to marry for power, for the empire her family built, not for love. But the bride walking down the aisle carries a secret beneath her white silk: a pregnancy she never planned, seeded by the one man who should have been untouchable. The priest waits at the altar in his vestments, the same vestments she has watched him shed in her darkest, most desperate dreams. His hands have blessed thousands. She knows exactly how they feel gripping her hips.
He took vows. She took risks. Now the child swelling her belly makes liars of them both, and the hunger he has buried through years of cold water and prayer rises up in the confessional, in the sacristy, in the hours before dawn when the cathedral empties and only God watches what they do against the altar rail. She came to him first in grief, then in need, now in this swollen, aching condition that makes her breasts heavy and her skin fevered for his mouth.
Every stolen meeting risks the scandal that would ruin her company, strip her child of legitimacy, damn him for eternity. The groom waits in the front pew, unknowing. Her father's lawyers circle. Yet when the priest finds her after the rehearsal, pressing her into the baptismal font with his hand spread over her rounded stomach, whispering that she belongs to him now, to his seed, to the sacrilege they have made together, she opens for him the way she has since the first time, the way she will at the altar itself if he demands it.
A full-length breeding surprise pregnancy erotic romance. Contains explicit scenes of priest and pregnant bride, sacred space desecration, and fertile worship.
