Saint Amara

old, and the few candles in the hallway cast long, shaky shadows.

but

wn was already twisted around her. She'd told the others she needed extra can

ed her when she saw pictures in her mind: hands touching, mouths, and feeling

weren't reall

Her nightgown was pushed up to her waist, showing her bare hips. Her breasts rose

for the thi

tom. She ran her tongue around the tip, then kissed it softly. She

herself open first, then she gently pushed

id in

ide her. Her hips lifted and rolled. Her hand moved, pushing the candle in and out of her wetness, faster a

ure need, pure want, a rebel wrapp

ar the soft cr

e dark shape stand

ing. Her mouth opened a little, but no sound came out. First came a shock, like a cold sp

ld have t

did

sliding her fingers under the thick fabric, past her underwear, to the hot

her clitoris and

went deeper with each push. Her body twisted, her moans sinful, desp

gers moved faster, matching Sister Emilie 's rhythm. She bit her lip to stop herself from cryin

Emilie c

highs trembled. Her back arched high. Her body squeezed the candle as her orgasm took over

t was al

. Her knees shook. Her lips parted as her body trembled. Her fingers were sli

he

ed hersel

d her fingers quickly on her sleeve. She stepp

er Emi

r eyes wide with fear whe

ndle lay wet and used beside her on the bed. "Mot

d strictness. Only a faint blush on her cheek

u doing?" she asked, h

shaking with shame. "I'm sorry. I

She sat on the edge of the bed, close to Sister Emilie 's bare thi

yourself...

d, tears quietly run

d looked at it. The end still glistene

eep this sin is?" she mur

. "I didn't know what else to do. I feel...

ie 's face. Her chest rose and fell too qui

rm, though it shook a little. "I'll return tomorrow night. You and I will speak of this a

rned to

the hall, she looked back. He

Sister Emilie . I'l

conti