Nephilim and the Nun novel Chapter 14

Quinn:

We got into the living room and I walked to the back of the cabin to drop the items I was carrying. I returned to see her eyes scanning the entire room.

"It's nice". She complimented, sounding impressed. "Is it yours?". Her eyes drifted to mine.

"A friend's".

She nodded her head in understanding.

"The bathroom is that way". I pointed towards the hallway. "First door. Just in case you want to get all of that mud from your body".

She looked down at her body and clothes that were covered in mud from when she was digging the grave.

"Thank you". She muttered before bee-lining for the hallway.

"You're free to use my body wash". I called out to her.

When she was gone, I slumped into the nearest couch, waiting for her to be done with the bathroom. While I waited, the information I found out about her crowded my thoughts.

With every encounter with the woman, I found something intriguing about her. I was yet to discover why she was leading a double life. And again, I'd just found out she was the daughter of one of the men that wanted me dead.

But then, her feelings towards the priest were mutual to mine. We had a common enemy.

Every time I manage to forget her, she barges into my life. I needed to solve the mysteries she was carrying.

While I was deep in my thoughts, I felt a hand tap me. My eyes snapped towards its direction to see her standing in front of me, with just a towel covering her nudity. The towel was barely mid-thigh. Her hair was wet, slicked back with tiny droplets of water running down her face.

I couldn't stop myself from feeding my hungry eyes as they involuntarily roamed the exquisite creation before me.

"Could you lend me a shirt?". She asked, clearly oblivious to my lustful gaze.

"Come with me". I growled from the sudden tightness in my throat.

Standing to my feet, I walked to the bedroom with her behind me. When she got in, she closed the door with a soft click. Furthermore, that reminded me that there was a bed not too far away and an almost naked woman in the same room with me. The urge to turn towards her and haul her against me was so strong I had to ball my palms into fists to control myself.

Moving to the closest, I got her a t-shirt and shorts, placing them on the bed.

I couldn't stand being so close to her. My self-control was thinning by the second and that wasn't good. As much as I'd love to touch her, I wanted her to want my touch and maybe even beg for it.

I left the room to take my bath. As I stood under the shower, with the water cascading over me, all I could think about was her naked body writhing under, moans of pleasure escaping her plump pink lips. These images and that of her cladded in just a little towel swarmed around my head and in no time, my cock was as hard as a rock, seeking attention.

I couldn't hold myself anymore. My hands wandered from my arbs to my cock, gripping it hard by the base. A moan almost slipped past my lips from the contact but I bit my lips hard. The last thing I wanted was for her to be aware I was jerking off in the bathroom.