Page 56 of Insolence
She drops my hand when we cross into the atrium, sneaking behind a row of potted fruit trees and cutting toward the northwest corner. I’m right behind her as she takes the turn to the cloakroom.
She waits until I’m through before pulling the door shut behind us. Her beautiful face is intense, bordering on possessive, when she tangles her hand in my hair and draws me close. Her lips bruising mine are a delicious relief.
“Gods,” I moan against her mouth.
My focus narrows, blotting out the rest of the world while she walks me backward. She reaches past me to part the row of heavy wool cloaks that hang from a rack spanning the length of the rear wall. A long shelf runs overhead, piled high with bins of extra hats, gloves, and scarves. I let her push me through the heavy cloaks and trap me against the plaster where there’s half a foot of space.
She lets the garments go behind her. Some of them are stuck, forced apart by her shoulders, but the front must be sealed because our surroundings fall into darkness.
“Please,” I gasp as her mouth and hands seize me, nipping my neck and lips. Hangers scrape the metal rod above us with her movements.
An appetite I’ve been clamoring to suppress shrugs off the coils of my ever-weakening restraint. My lips are burning for hers, my fingers grasping hungrily under her lovely lace dress, seemingly outside of my control. One hand clutches the plushcurve of her hip while the other slips between her thighs, caressing her center through damp underwear.
“Gods, Tiss,” she mumbles between kisses, rocking her hips. “The things you do to me.”
A part of me hesitates.This is crazy. We're going to get caught!
We shouldn’t be alone in here to begin with, much less fooling around in public with an event in the next room. The Archive was too close a call.Thisis pressing our luck to its utter limits.
But she’s bunching up my dress and pulling aside my wet panties, her fingers teasing my clit. I'machingfor her. Gods be damned if I can make myself obey mere logic.
“Tiss?” she asks, breaking our kiss. “You all right?”
And the rules have been broken so many times in order for this to happen, for us to end up tangled together in a cloakroom, doing the exact thing we’ve been forbidden from. Yet again.
What’s one more indiscretion? One more act of sacrilege in the grand scheme of things?
My eyes lock onto hers in the dark. “Please,” I repeat my plea. “Fuck me, Sadrie.”
Her mouth crushes mine, and she enters me at once. Her fingers slide in with no resistance, filling and stretching—
Mother of all life.Pleasure sings through me, buckling my knees.
I slip my hand into her underwear, groaning when I reach her soaked center. Excitement bolts through me as I push into her silken heat, curling my knuckles with a hiss.
“Poor baby. You’ve been suffering all night,” I sigh, relishing each stroke of her fingers and doing my best to match her rhythm through the mind-bending bliss.
“Feels like I’ve been suffering all my life for you,” she rasps and shudders, her free hand landing hard on the wall by my shoulder.
“All your life these last six days?" I chuckle quietly, the wet sounds becoming profane. Then, “Oh,shit.”
She hits a spot inside of me I didn’t know I had. My already plateauing pleasure is threatening to spill over. “You’re going to make me come.”
“I believe that’s the point, songbird,” comes her wry reply.
“Now,” I hear myself whine, and dig the pads of my fingers into the backside of her clit, kneading the swollen tissue there to hurry her along.
She gives a hoarse cry, then answers by drawing almost completely out of me before slamming back in.
Oh, gods help me.My legs threaten to give way. She does it again, picking up speed and pounding. I bite off a curse, clinging to her.
Both of us thrust fast and hard into each other until the wet noises and hangers clacking fill my ears. Pleasure rises and prepares to crest as we drive each other to the brink of beautiful annihilation.
That’s when the gods-be-damned door flies open with a bone-jarringbang.
I gasp at the exact moment her mouth presses hard over mine.
“Where on earth could she havegone?” Ghisele's sharp voice cuts through the thick air, only a few blessed feet away on the other side of the cloaks.
