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 p***y 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 finally stepped out of the confessional.
I heard his footsteps echo softly on the stone floor as he came closer.
He was supposed to lock up the chapel for the night and send me home but I knew he could not just walk away.
