Page 36 of Insolence
It’s at this precise and ungodly moment that the Archive door swings open and falls shut with athudthat sounds throughout the small wing.
Shit. I freeze, my heart ramming. My hand and Sadrie’s hips go still. But her nerves must be made of stronger stuff than mine, because she doesn’t so much as pause her tortuous, mind-rending teasing between my legs.
“Sadrie,” I hiss, as voices come from near the entrance. There are two of them—two women—and one soundsfamiliar.
Sadrie lifts her hand, and my relief is mixed with profound disappointment.
But she’s not finished with me. Wrapping her free hand around my torso, she pulls me back tighter against her. I let go of the shelf.
Against my better judgment, I’m desperate for something,anything,when she hikes my skirt up again. Her fingers inch between the bottom of my garter belt and the waist of my panties, like I’m doing to her. When she reaches my slick sex again, she parts my folds to lay me open.
The voices travel around the room while my legs shake. I’m dead certain one of them belongs to Ghisele.
“Oh, gods,” I whisper, barely daring to breathe. Every muscle in my body is taut with fear, bound up with rapture yearning to explode.
When Sadrie slides two fingers down on either side of my swollen clit, my knees want to give out.
“Two things.”
“What,” I nearly sob, the word a shaky exhalation.
“Be as quiet as you can,” she instructs. Then, “Kiss me, songbird.”
I turn my head to accept her mouth. Her lips catch mine, her hot tongue swirling over mine while she squeezes the stem of my clit between her fingers.
She pulls up toward my navel. Stars explode behind my eyes. I buck into her hand, a muffled moan escaping. She inhales sharply, kissing me harder as she pinches and pulls again.
Pleasure sings through me, so sharp and sweet I fear I’ll die if she stops. But Ineedher to stop.
“What’s this?” The second voice is vaguely recognizable, but I can’t place who it is.
“Somelazyperson just left their things here,” comes Ghisele’s snotty reply.
They found our cloaks. They’re too close!Sadrie does something that has heat surging in the pit of my stomach, and I nearly cry out.
Fuck,I’mtoo close.
“Another one!” Ghisele exclaims, and I know she’s pawing like a dog through the garments we stupidly left on the card catalogs. Thank the gods the black cloaks with fur lining and detachable hoods we’re all provided are identical. “Who’sinhere?”
I hold my breath, ready to lose my damned mind to the terror and the helpless erotic sway Sadrie has me in.
Ghisele is closer when she calls out, “Hello? Is somebody in here?”
Her companion might as well be a raven: "Someone in here?”
I breathe my jittery nerves into Sadrie’s mouth, her lips sealing hard over mine in response.
“Are youhiding?” Ghisele's haughty tone is coming from the study area now.
The combination of bliss, lust, and fear morphs into an even more heady elixir than before. My eyes flutter closed, and I pump my hips, desperate for release.
My belly tightens, my orgasm right on the brink.
With her free hand, Sadrie grabs my wrist that’s still wedged between us, tugging my hand from her skirt.
She directs that hand around me and forces my fingers past my lips, coated in her arousal. Her slick musk on my tongue drives me the rest of the way to climax.
Euphoria knocks the air from me. I manage to muffle myself while I fold in half, the hand not currently in my mouth grabbing the bookshelf for balance.
