Page 125 of Insolence
Lust bowls through me, turning to fire in my veins. I let her pull me to my feet.
Her draw is as inescapable as gravity while she leads me back the way we came. “In here,” she whispers, pulling me into a linen closet. “I can’t wait a minute longer.”
She’s barely got the door closed before I wind my arms around her waist.
Still facing away from me, she braces against the door. My mouth finds her nape in the darkness. Her moan is low and long as I press my lips to her hot flesh, working my way to the angle where her neck and shoulder meet.
Overwrought with need, I sink my teeth into the tender juncture.
“Ah!” She cries out and spins, snatching my wrists. “Trust me, you donotwant to mark me right now, my darling brat.”
“I’m pretty sure I do,” I smile, tugging against her hold.
She adjusts her grip. “And you really don’t want to test my restraint tonight.”
“Oh?” I toss my head. “Think you can handle me?”
Through the shadows, something fierce glints in her eyes. “I think I’m theonlyone who can handle you the way that you need.”
“And what, exactly, do I need, priestess?”
Reacting with speed and force, she whirls me around so deftly, we may as well be dancing. My body is pinned to the door, my wrists clamped above my head, before I know what’s happened.
“Everything I’ve been holding back from doing since the first moment I saw you,” she says, voice gravelly.
Excitement combusts in my lower abdomen, and I hear myself moan.
“Goddess. Pheromones are pouring off of you,” she breathes, her free hand caressing my breast, skimming my waist, dropping to the swell of my hip. The edges of her nose quiver as she bends her head to trail her lips along my neck and jaw.
I shudder, utterly enthralled as her fingers travel slowly down, skimming my gown’s full skirts and pausing over my throbbing sex.
The honesty in her next words sets my nerves aflame. “You frighten me, Tiss.”
“If it’s any consolation, I frighten myself sometimes.”
“I mean, it frightens me that I willlosemyself in you if I’m not very, very careful.”
Heat lances between my legs, as jarring as a lightning strike, at the ragged way she says it. “I’m already lost, priestess.”Adrift. Unmoored.And yet, she is my anchor in this uncertain place.
One hand still pinning my wrists, the other lightly tracing and teasing through layers of silk chiffon, she whispers, “It’s not going to take much tonight, is it?”
“Mm-mm.” I shake my head, her intoxicating fragrance surrounding me. I’m drowning in her, sinking to the depths of raw desperation in her.
The light, barely-there pressure from her supple lips at my neck and her fingertips circling, grazing, stroking between my legs has me frantic.
“Elodie,” I whine, squirming and bucking my hips for more pressure, firmer contact.
Set on tormenting me, she pulls away at my every attempt to press closer. All the while, she laughs softly in that arrogant, ironic way of hers. Finally, her mouth drifts to my ear. “I want to take your cunt in my mouth. I want to taste your sweetness more than I could possibly describe.”
My eyes slide shut. “Oh, gods, yes.”
“Where are your manners? Say ‘please,’ Tiss.”
“Please,” I practically sob. “I want it so much.”
“That’s my good girl. That’s what I like to hear.” Her lush lips capture mine.
My knees buckle. I want to drop as her fingers press into me, pushing through layers of fabric to nudge between my folds. My resulting cry is smothered by her hungry mouth.
