Lahat ng Kabanata ng Beneath The Sheets : Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 30

DianThe living room was dim that night. Only one corner lamp glowed yellow, throwing long shadows across the carpet. The thick smell of melting candle wax mixed with the faint scent of Mum’s perfume. She sat on the long couch with her bible open on her lap, eyes already closed, lips moving in soft quiet prayer. Dad was on the single armchair opposite her, the heavy holy book resting in his big hands. His voice was low and steady the way it always was when he led the family vigil.I sat on the floor right between them, close enough that my bare shoulder almost touched his knee. My long skirt was spread out around me, hiding everything.“Let us begin,” Dad said. “Heavenly Father, we gather tonight in your presence…”I shifted slowly, letting the soft skin of my thigh press against his leg. He didn’t pull away. Mum’s head stayed bowed, completely lost in her own whispers.My hand slid under the cover of my skirt. First I rested my palm on his ankle, feeling the warm skin and the fine ha

DianMorning light was already spilling through the curtains when I came downstairs. Mum was in the kitchen humming, making tea. Dad sat at the dining table with the newspaper open in front of him, but his eyes weren’t on the page.They were on me.I felt it the second I walked in. The way his gaze dragged over my bare legs, the thin sleep shirt that barely covered my ass, the way my nipples pressed against the fabric because I hadn’t bothered with a bra. He looked at me like he was still inside me. Like he could still feel how tight my ass had been around his cock.I poured myself a glass of water and leaned against the counter, deliberately arching my back a little. His jaw clenched. He shifted in his chair and crossed his legs.Mum set a cup of tea in front of him and kissed the top of his head like nothing had changed. “Morning, sweetheart. Sleep well?”“Fine,” he muttered, still staring at me over the rim of his cup.I smiled at him, slow and sweet, and watched his throat move wh

Nyx The cold stone floor bit into my knees.I had been kneeling for almost an hour, the rosary wrapped so tightly around my fingers that the beads left deep red marks. The words of the prayer left my mouth in a steady whisper, but they never reached the place that mattered. Between my thighs I was already wet again. The same shameful slickness that had woken me before dawn, the same heat that no amount of fasting or self-punishment could kill.I pressed my forehead harder against the floor and squeezed my legs together until it hurt. It only made the ache worse. My hips shifted once, twice, seeking friction. I refused to give them. A broken sound slipped out of me before I could stop it.“Forgive me,” I whispered into the dark. “Please. Take this from me.”No answer came. Only the quiet drip of water somewhere in the old walls and the heavy thump of my own pulse.A soft knock broke the silence.“Sister Nyx.”Brother Elias’s voice. Low and careful. The sound of it alone made my stomac

NyxThe study smelled of old paper and candle smoke.Elias sat behind the heavy wooden desk, a stack of readings spread in front of him. Cassian stood by the window, arms crossed, watching the late afternoon light shift across the floor. I had been sent to help them prepare the texts for the coming feast. A simple task. Harmless.My body didn’t care about being harmless.Every time Elias’s voice rose to read a line aloud, the sound of it travelled straight between my legs. Every time Cassian’s gaze lingered on me a second too long, my undergarments grew warmer. I kept my eyes on the page I was supposed to be checking, but the words blurred.Cassian moved first. He walked behind my chair, rested both hands on the back of it, and leaned down until his mouth was near my ear.“You’re shifting again,” he murmured. “Thighs pressing together. How wet are you already, Sister?”Elias looked up. His jaw tightened, but he didn’t tell Cassian to stop.I didn’t answer. I couldn’t.Cassian’s hand s

Nyx The night before the ordination the rain came down hard. I lay awake in my cell listening to it strike the old windows, rosary forgotten on the blanket beside me. Twelve days had passed in a blur of stolen hours and careful distances. We had tried to stay apart. We had failed. Every time one of us pulled away, another night found us tangled again in some quiet corner of the house, mouths and hands and bodies desperate, as if we could store the feeling against the coming silence. Tonight felt different. Final. A soft knock sounded at my door just after the last bell. I opened it to find both of them standing in the dark corridor, already damp from the rain, eyes heavy with the same decision.