Page 96 of Insolence
She lowers herself slowly, lining up our hips. Settling between my thighs. I suck air through my teeth as the world fades away.
My focus narrows on her slick heat, her breathy moan, as our clits touch and throb together.
“For fuck’s sake,” I sigh.
She pumps once. Twice. Then again and again, spreading more slippery wetness between us until my vision warps around the edges.
She whimpers into the crook of my neck. Her hands are in my hair squeezing again. “Gods, you feel so damn good.”
I’m speechless as she curls herself into me, ecstasy coursing through my veins with every agonizing pass. Like two magnetic fields, our bodies exert torque and force. A beautiful crisis exists in the interplay.
Soon she’s wailing and trembling again. My arms are around her, holding her close. My pleasure builds so intensely I can barely breathe.
The only things that exist are her smooth skin beneath my fingers and her hair tickling my neck. Her keening cry in my ear.
She thrusts in earnest, her wet clit slipping past mine. She throws her head back. Throat flashing, she’s the most beautiful creature I've ever beheld.
Finally, she stiffens and gasps. Her back arches, hands braced on either side of me. And I’m wavering on the edge of an endless abyss right along with her. In another heartbeat, her orgasm is swallowing her whole.
“Shit. Elodie,godddsss.”
I cling to her, bracing for the thing that happens next. I know without having to look that our twin sigils are glowing. I hold my breath. Shut my eyes.
Her mouth closes over my neck, teeth gripping sensitized flesh. Pleasure mixes with pain, the combination intoxicating. Her voice in my head is astounding, her claim over me as thrilling now as it ever was. I flush with sudden heat, then the gut-wrenching tug of my essence spilling into her.
This is what sets me off.
My own climax hits. Unable to move or make a sound, the phenomenon is both excruciating and sublime.
Tiss is my deepest rapture and my sharpest pain. But when she’s with me, she is mine. All mine.
She collapses when we’re finished, nuzzling into my shoulder and humming contentedly. I slide my leg between her thighs. Exhale sharply from the contact of her soaked center againstmy skin. She grinds into me, shuddering with pleasurable aftershocks.
Mumbles her love into my skin.
“I love you so much, sweetheart,” I answer back, my hand in her hair.
We lie together, our breath slowing. Passion cooling. My muscles unwind with a familiar, languid heaviness.
Chapter 30
Elodie
Present Day
“Tiss is struggling. That much is obvious.” Maida stands at her balcony doors, peering through the glass at the cold, dark night.
“Good of you to notice,” I remark from her small table.
She shoots me a withering look. Uses the Assertive Professor Voice she likes to whip out on acolytes. “She’s been preoccupied for sometimenow. But recently her will to be present and participate has all but deteriorated.”
Bibi clicks and whistles softly. She perches on Maida’s bed canopy, eyeing the chicken on my plate through the arched doorway.
“She and Sadrie are distant, too.”
Maida’s forehead wrinkles. “So I noticed. Any idea what’s going on between them?”
Do I have an idea? Yes. Yes, I do. Am I discussing it with Maida? Absolutely the fuck not. “I’ll talk to her,” I mutter into my cup before taking a long swallow of hawthorn wine.
