[Maria’s POV]
My p***y starts dripping the second Father Elias strides into the grand hall for evening vespers. One look from those dark, hungry eyes and slick heat soaks straight through my panties, making the rough wool of my habit rub against my swollen folds with every tiny shift of my knees on the cold stone.
He is better than every other priest I have ever seen, shoulders broad under the black cassock, and when his gaze lands on me it feels like rough fingers sliding between my legs. My n*****s harden instantly.
Mother Superior greets him with her usual stiff courtesy and announces he will guide our retreat. The other nuns nod politely, completely unaware that I am throbbing, wet and desperate, just from the way he stares at me.
He steps forward to lead the prayer, voice low and
