Page 142 of Insolence
“Yes.” I cling to her, tormented and shaking.
She crooks her fingers, massaging the knot of spongy tissue directly behind my clit. My moan is anguished as I teeter on the precipice of a massive internal orgasm.
“That’s right.” She kneads faster, harder, her free hand gripping my hair again. “Come for me now like the good, sweet girl that you are.”
When she starts pounding, my nervous system ignites. The conflagration rises, my climax exploding so hard it steals my breath away.
I contract around her fingers until she’s swearing and groaning, but she doesn’t stop. Curling her hand, she cups my pussy, fucking me and grinding her palm into my clit. A second shock wave hits, hitting me harder than the first as she works me mercilessly. The pleasure is shattering with every thrust, building on itself. When the third wave follows, a high-pitched keen fills the room; at first I don’t recognize it as my own.
“God… dess,” she hisses, her motions slowing just when I’m grappling to maintain consciousness.
I take her face in my hands, giddy and debauched with ecstasy.
Jerking her chin to one side, her eyes slide closed. The muscles in her throat contract rhythmically, and her mouth crashes into mine. Fingers still inside of me, she moans her own climax against my tongue.
The shock of it stills me entirely. “Did… did you just come fromtouchingme?”
“You drive me out of my damned mind, Tiss.” Breathing raggedly, she dips her head, nipping at my jaw and trailing her lips and teeth down my neck. “Do you know how gorgeous you look coming for me so many times? Do you have anyideahow good your sweet cunt feels wrapped around my fingers? I couldn’t help it. Couldn’t stop myself.”
Languid contentment unwinds my muscles, and the world around us ceases to exist. Nothingmattersbeyond our soul-tie glowing between us and her bone-melting indulgences.
I don’t care if she does hold me in her thrall. I’ll willingly be her plaything, her captive. I could get lost in her forever and always crave more.
I lose track of how long we slump together, dazed and wrapped in one another’s arms. Gradually, my satisfaction is displaced by the same bottomless, carnal hunger. An endless appetite that grabs me by the throat, making me gasp.
“What is it?”
“Monster,” I husk, struggling to swallow. It’s rising inside of me. I’m not capable of keeping it at bay.
“Breathe. Close your eyes and regulate yourself.” She places our hands over each other’s hearts, resting her forehead against mine.
I try my hardest to shut out the rapacious beast snarling and pacing. Focus on breathing in tune with her, in phase. Before I know it, I’m tumbling once more into the serene abyss where our soul-tie exists.
Our auras come into focus, shimmering and overlapping. The brush of hers against mine is unbelievably intimate, and I shudder as our two auras interweave before my eyes.
Our connection is spellbinding. It warms me to the very bottom of my soul.
Elodie is my safety, my anchor, my lifeline. She’s my calm harbor in the swirling storm of insanity trying to tear me apart.
Without warning, the tether between us transforms into a rod of light that shoots up, slicing through the boundless night, cleaving me from my monster.
The light wraps around the beast, encircling it like a bubble. Separating both of us from its frenzied hunger.
“There you are,” she whispers, prompting my eyes open. “How did you come back to yourself?”
“Our soul-tie. I used it to lock the monster away in a bubble… a cage.”
“The walls of that cage are your wards. Do your best to keep them in place, but understand it’s merely a measure of self-control. It isn’t perfect. It’ll take practice before you can keep it in place long-term. Even then, there aren’t guarantees.”
“How do you know all of this?”
“Like I said, I know a thing or two.” She drops a sweet peck on my mouth. “And I will tell you the rest of it eventually, sweetheart. When it’s safe. I swear I will.”
Eventually. Always eventually with her.But gods help me, I trust her to do what she says.
“I want you to take control,” she murmurs. “Please, I can’t wait any longer.” Fingers around my chin, she guides my face to hers, her mouth embracing mine.
Moments later we’re on the floor together, and I’m not entirely sure how we got here. She’s on her back with me straddling her hips. Prowling and possessive, my fingers work her buttons free, shove her chemise aside, and unfasten her brassiere.
