Page 13 of Insolence (Eisha’s Hidden Codices #1)
Finally satisfied, she backs her weight off. I watch while she lowers my arms from the wall, bringing my hands to her mouth.
Eyes anchored to mine, she places my frozen, wooden fingers against her lips and breathes out. The warmth of her flesh against my fingertips, combined with her hot breath, penetrates to my marrow.
“Is it all right to do this?”
I nod, melting and breathless. She lowers my hands, her grip still firm around them as she rubs circulation back into my fingers.
Her gaze roves over me as if appraising my design.
“Truth be told, I’ve been enamored of you from the first moment I saw you, Tiss.
No matter what I do, I can’t get you out of my head.
Can’t stay mad at you, or even annoyed. And that’s a serious problem.
You’re a serious problem.” The way she says it is almost adoring.
That pretty pinch creases between her eyebrows, all the yearning that’s been bunching up between us pouring out through her gaze. Her scent curls around me, addling my brain. Amber and cedar, sweet and aromatic. Like medicine, like balm.
Elodie is simultaneously a sickness and its cure.
“I couldn’t help but notice you got a bit… excited before. When I was praising Bibi.”
“Oh, gods.”
“Is that something you’d like? To be told when you’re being a good girl yourself?” Her voice goes low and silky smooth. “Like right now.”
Oh, shit, yes. I sag at the knees. “I think so.” I sway slightly, every part of me tingling.
The edges of her nostrils twitching again, she releases my hands to cradle the sides of my face. Leaning slowly forward, she presses her sculpted lips against mine and whispers tenderly, delicately, “Good girl, Tiss.”
I feel my own low moan rather than hear it.
Twining her arms around my waist beneath my cloak, Elodie pulls me close. The crush of her warm curves spikes my quickening blood . Our first kiss on her settee was tentative and over far too soon. This one is anything but; her mouth seizing mine now is bold and hungry and urgent.
I feel truly awake for the first time since I woke up here.
The second her soft tongue glides over mine, the thread between us erupts in a conflagration. Overwhelmed, I cling to her, moaning and desperate.
Her hands roam my body, trailing down to knead my ass and thighs. Something enormous and voracious is rising inside of me, pushing me further into a haze of insatiable lust.
Soon I’m writhing against her, drowning in the glowing connection between us and floundering in the need to be taken right here, against the freezing rock wall.
“Elodie, please ,” I whimper, winding my arms around her neck.
She leans me back against the stone, cradling my head in the palm of her hand. “There are so many reasons we shouldn’t. Reasons we can’t,” she murmurs, nudging a knee between my legs. “But goddess , Tiss. I can’t help myself around you.”
Reclaiming my mouth with hers, she brings her thick thigh to my center, pulling a groan out of me. I slide my aching sex against her, riding her from knee to hip until my underwear is slick with arousal. The promise of potential relief is a revelation.
I’m famished for her. Starving.
With both hands on my ass now, she pulls me harder and faster as I thrust and grind, rejoicing in the pressure building behind my clit.
“You’re going to be my absolute damnation, aren’t you?”
“Either your damnation or salvation. I haven’t yet decided,” I say, just before her mouth closes over mine again.
Moaning as quietly as I can, I scratch my nails down her arms and up her back as her kisses grow deeper and more insistent. The ravenous desire, the unfathomable craving for more, runs through me until it threatens to pull me apart.
I want to swing us around. I want to push her against the uncompromising rock and take control. I’m grappling to maintain my grip on my self-control, wrestling an unquenchable force expanding inside of me that I can’t begin to understand.
Its power scares the absolute shit out of me.
Is it supposed to feel this way? What is happening?
Somehow, I want Elodie all the more for it.
“You must know the effect you have on me,” she gasps. “The absolute power you wield.”
My hips jerk as I grind harder on her leg. “And here I thought I was the helpless one, priestess.” My orgasm is rising, building to a crescendo, promising to overflow. Just a little more—
“Sorry! Oh, gods.” Sadrie’s yelp penetrates the fog of lust and craving, ringing my brain like a bell.
The next thing I know, Elodie is prying her leg from between my thighs and throwing herself off of me. Mumbling something incoherent, she ducks out of the fissure. She brushes past Sadrie, practically knocking her off her feet, in what can only be described as unadulterated panic.
My flabbergasted friend looks me up and down. “What, pray tell, was that ?”
“Oh, gods.” I slide to the ground, my burning face buried in my icy hands. Every inch of me is sweating and shaking, my strange hunger ten times stronger for having been stoked and left unsatisfied.
Sadrie helps me to my feet again, a fascinated grin spreading across her face. “I have several very nosy questions.”