Holy Cure - A Dark Forbidden Romance Story

One holy mission and two broken souls, and a ritual that defies every commandment. GABRIEL: I remember the day she arrived at the monastery, trembling and seeking sanctuary. Evangeline, a creature of soft curves and a body that betrayed her with a constant, milky overflow. She called it a curse; I saw it as a divine sign. I vowed to save her. I spent nights on my knees, begging for a way to ease her sweet suffering. I started by hand, a mercy to relieve her burden, until my touch became an obsession. Then, the vision came,a prophecy from the shadows. Only the sacred rituals of union and breeding could truly cleanse her. Is it God‘s will, or the hunger of a man who has finally found his altar? EVANGELINE: The weight I carry is no longer just my own. I am heavy, swollen with the life he planted inside me, yet I still kneel in the dust, praying for a forgiveness that never comes. My body is a vessel, and Father Gabriel is the only one who can hold it. I have become a slave to his touch, a devotee of the "Holy Cure" he provides in the dark. When the pressure becomes too much to bear, I seek him out. I surrender everything to his sacred sessions, losing myself in the heat of our holy union. He says we are reaching for heaven, but every time he claims me, it feels like a beautiful, terrifying fall into the abyss. In the sanctuary of the wicked, the line between healing and obsession is written in milk.