The next morning, I could barely function.
My body still burned from the sins I had committed the night before. My virgin p***y felt swollen and sensitive, still slightly slick from the multiple times I had touched myself thinking about Lucien Voss. Every time I moved, I felt the shameful wetness between my thighs. My n*****s were hard and aching against the fabric of my habit. Guilt weighed heavily on my chest, but so did a dark, forbidden excitement I couldn’t suppress.
I waited until after morning prayers and breakfast duties before slipping away to the abandoned infirmary. My heart pounded as I approached the old building. I told myself I was only checking on a wounded man. That was my duty as a sister. Nothing more.
When I opened the door, Lucien was sitting up on the bed.
He look
