Chapter 3
Nova’s POV
I led him through the small side door into the vestry room with my hand still gripping his.
The space was small and private, just big enough for his wooden desk where he prepared sermons and a few shelves of old books.
Only one lamp glowed in the corner and moonlight from the tiny window overlooking the sea lit up the rest.
The air smelled heavy with incense and aged paper mixed with the sharp scent of our arousal.
My body was still buzzing from the altar and I could feel my heart racing as I pushed the door shut behind us.
“Father, we are finally alone,” I said, turning to face him, my voice low and full of need. “No one can see us here. Push me against that desk or let me push you. I want to feel you lose control completely.”
He stood there breathing har
