Chapter 2

Nova’s POV

I knelt there at the altar with my hands folded like I was really praying but my mind was anywhere but holy.

The wood felt cool under my knees and I made sure to shift my weight just right so my short dress rode up high on my thighs.

The cool air from the chapel brushed against my skin and sent a fresh shiver straight up between my legs.

My pussy was still soaked from the confessional and I could feel the dampness sticking to me every time I moved.

I kept my head slightly bowed but my eyes stayed alert waiting for him.

Father Damien...