Chapter 334 - Breaking her faith

"God forgive me," she whispered, but her hands were already tugging at his belt, fumbling with the buckle as he unlaced her gown. The wool parted like a secret confessed, pooling at her feet to reveal shifts of fine linen clinging to her form—breasts full and unbound, nipples straining against the cloth like buds in spring rain; belly soft with the promise of children yet unborn; hips flaring to thighs pale and unmarked. She was no seasoned temptress like Freja or Simona, but raw in her beauty, a vessel shaped by devotion now offered to mortal flame.