Page 41 of Insolence (Eisha’s Hidden Codices #1)

Itissa

H elpless, parting my mouth to receive her deepening kiss, I surrender.

My fingers claw at her shoulders, her waist, her ass as she crawls over me. Her tongue caresses mine, and we moan together. She gently strips off my clothes, layer by torturous layer. Impatient, I let her kiss and undress me, my arm taking a backseat to far more urgent needs.

Her clothes join mine on the floor, and she crawls on top of me, her thigh slipping between my trembling legs. She brings it up to meet my slick and smarting sex.

Relinquishing all constraint, I pull her into me. “Oh, gods,” I groan, rocking my hips to grind my screaming clit against her.

She meets my thrusts with her thigh, whispering, “I can feel how wet you are. You do want this, don’t you, Tiss?”

“I do.” Delirious with need, I bury my hands in her hair as it falls around us in yellow-blonde tendrils. When I raise my leg between her thighs, her hot, wet center burns against my skin. “Oh, hell. You feel amazing.”

She seamlessly picks up our rhythm. I clutch her and grind harder, driving the pleasure building behind my clit to a near-crescendo. But it’s not enough.

I need to take control—need to claim and ravish her with a frightening desperation that dwarfs my ability to muzzle it. That realization severs the one remaining thread anchoring me to my willpower.

It’s glass breaking. An outer shell burning away. Power, passion, and pure exhilaration surge through every inch of me.

“That’s it,” I snap, hooking my hands behind her. “I’m in charge tonight.” I roll her onto her back, my mouth closing over hers. “I want to taste your need for me. I need to drink the lust from your skin.”

“Gods, yes,” she breathes. “But what about your arm, songbird?”

“Don’t worry about my arm. When I’m done with you, my arm will be the last thing on your mind.”

Her free hand tangles in my hair as I kiss my way down her neck and chest. Sucking and biting her nipples, I earn adorable moans, a yelp, and a sweet shudder.

“That’s right, go ahead and whine for me. Pant for more. Tell me how much you want me to take what I want.”

Fingernails scraping my scalp, she whispers, “Sounds like you want me to beg for it.”

“You haven’t begged nearly enough.”

She props herself on her elbows, giving a bratty little toss of her head. “Please? Will you please screw me senseless, Tiss?”

The next kiss is frenzied. Feral . I claim her lips in a bruising embrace before shoving her down, hard, on the bed. She lands with another excited yelp.

“Thought you’d never ask.” I push one leg back, positioning her bent knee so that it rests on her chest.

Her clit peeks from between her folds, glistening with arousal. My heart races, my entire body pulsing with the mere thought of touching her there with mine. Nothing in between us—

Just skin and slick heat and blood rushing in our veins. Fuck. It’s wickedly naughty and filthy, and I am fairly certain I’ve never wanted anything so much in my life.

“I want to feel your pussy on mine, Sadrie.”

“Gods, yes . You can do whatever you want to me.” By the desperate note in her voice, she means it.

Needing no further invitation, I bring my hips to her pelvis. She watches through trembling lashes while I part my outer folds, smoothing my own wetness over my throbbing clit with one hand. Thumb sliding down her seam, I do the same to her.

My thighs astride her leg lying flat on the bed, she watches as I align our bodies. Every inch of me is burning to feel her brushing, slipping, grinding against me. The moment our clits touch, she gives a soft moan, her breath catching.

My sigh is one of utter ecstasy. Our outer folds embrace, engulfing the liquid heat between us. I bend over her, capturing her hot mouth in mine. At the first thrust, she groans and clutches my hips between her hands.

“You… feel… wonderful.” She gasps against my lips in time to each delicious stroke.

“Gods, we do fit together perfectly, don’t we?” I reposition, bracing one hand against the bottom of her raised leg, spreading her as wide as possible.

“I had no idea,” she whispers, eyes pinning me.

Centering my hips over hers, I prop my other hand on her thigh behind me to stabilize myself. My hips rock, finding a rhythm, smearing more slickness between us until those blue eyes roll back in her head.

Her silken heat is luscious against me. Obscene .

“Shit,” she cries, her voice breaking. “ Tiss .”

Fingers digging into my flesh, she wrests back control. She pulls me faster and deeper into her, using my hips for leverage and lifting her pelvis to meet my movements. Her head tilted back, she moans her orgasm, barely keeping from crying out.

Watching her squeeze her eyes shut and succumb is almost enough to tip me over the edge in her wake.

I’m not quite there when she goes limp, dazed with pleasure. Leaning forward again, I brush kisses on her mouth and jaw, cradling her face between my hands. Waiting for her pulse to calm, her breathing to slow.

She cries softly, hoarsely, the next time I pump my hips. Eyes sliding shut, her lips tremble as I work myself up again. Soon her face crumbles and she starts to whimper. The sounds she’s making are more desperate this time, far more ragged. My own pinnacle isn’t far out of reach.

She grabs my hips again, and I take her wrists, using one hand to pin them above her head. “Did you enjoy that, Sadrie? Orgasming on my pussy?”

“Mmm, gods, yes.” Her mouth finds mine, her kiss passionate and eager for more.

I break it to nuzzle her neck, a soft laugh escaping me at her low groan. “Tell me you’re going to do it again. I want to hear it.”

“Yes,” she whines, “I’m going to come on your pussy again.”

I see to it that she’s teetering on the edge in a matter of minutes, then deliberately slow my pace. I’m not finished playing with her yet.

“Tiss! Please , don’t stop. I’m begging you,” she pleads, squirming beneath me.

Pausing for a moment, I consider her entreaty. “What if I want you here a little longer? Poised right on the precipice and waiting for me, so we can unravel together.”

I pull away, separating our hips.

“ Songbird ,” she cries, then chokes on a gasp when I swipe into her with a light caress. “Shit. All right.”

She convulses so delightfully, I do it again. Eyes closed, I savor the feeling of brushing her, barely grazing until her head rolls to the side. Separating our wet cunts, then bumping, lightly stroking her swollen clit with mine while her breathing turns erratic.

But hunger scorches through me, oppressive in its relentlessness, and I’m grinding harder before I know it. Her moans get louder, coming dangerously close to wails.

“Shhh,” I warn. “The last thing we need is someone coming in here because you can’t control your needy, greedy little pussy.”

She turns her head, biting her own arm to muffle her cries. But that only works for so long before she’s whining and begging again. “Damn it, Tiss. Please… Please give it to me. I want it so much.”

I relent, deciding to put the poor girl out of her misery, wedging my free hand between the headboard and the end of the mattress. With my injured arm, I wrench myself faster and harder through the wet heat pooled between us.

Her eyes flare wide. Perspiration coats my skin as I work into her. If I’m in pain, I can’t feel it. The bandaged limb might as well belong to someone else.

She bites her arm again, giving a muted wail and dissolving into another orgasm. Her body jerks when she’s finished, but mine is still building.

I tilt my hips, increasing our contact and grinding into her until the bed shakes, until she’s making obscene, half-formed sounds, her head shoved back.

“Trying so hard not to scream,” I breathe. “You look so lovely falling to pieces for me.”

Her stomach muscles go tight. “Tiss! Again ?” she whines, arching her back. “Shit, I think I’m going to—” The next one is different. Bigger. Far more intense. With a sharp yelp, she goes rigid beneath me.

Silken heat gushes out of her, drenching me and the bed beneath us.

“Gods, Sadrie,” I gasp. That’s all it takes. My own orgasm flashes and swells before breaking me apart.

She gives a strangled whimper before going unnaturally still. I’m blind to it as intense pleasure radiates to the tips of my fingers and toes. With each luscious pass, every wave comes on stronger than the last.

I want to sink my teeth into her. I want to drink her in. Leave my mark. Make my claim. Make her mine.

Dipping my head, I catch the side of her neck between my teeth and clamp down hard.

Mine, I think, craving her, claiming her, wanting to mark her so thoroughly everyone who sees her will know exactly who she belongs to. All mine.

Every muscle in my body works and unwinds in the same breath. Somewhere in the haze of it, something catches my attention. My eyes flick to my hands.

What the hell? I release her neck and stare.

An identical design glows on the back of both my hands, etched in bluish-white light almost like a tattoo. It looks like a stylized diamond shape, full of filigreed curly cues. Ornamental and hypnotic, something about it is wrenchingly familiar.

So familiar, it’s as if a key turns, unlocking a door in my mind. The door doesn’t exactly open, but it’s… definitely ajar .

A narrow beam of light filters through.

With it, a vision rushes in.

The backs of my hands glow in my vision, and it’s so damn beautiful. Suddenly it’s not one vision anymore but dozens.

Like parallel mirrors, my glowing hands replicate in front and behind me, stretching on and on.

“We hold pieces of each other, Tiss,” sighs an otherworldly, feminine voice.

It fills my head and tugs on my soul, flooding me with a sense of rightness .

Flooding me with love that feels older than time itself.

“I will always, always love you. You are now and will forever be mine.” The words sing through me, more intimate than the sweetest orgasm, more beautiful than a brilliant sunrise or a fanciful dream.

Pure white light washes my vision. Slews of simultaneous climaxes tear through me in jaw-dropping waves. Shocking and magnificent at once, it’s soon too much to withstand. I worry I’ll black out from the pleasure.

I stop moving, caging in a softly gasping Sadrie with my arms. An endless abyss swirls around us, so densely black and all-consuming that for a moment I swear I’m choking on it.

Before I can make sense of what I’m seeing, the vision collapses. The abyss compresses in on me before exploding in a shower of stars. Everything goes dark before I’m jolted to the here and now with a world-rending clatter.

Normalcy slowly returns. Everything is as it should be, other than the fact that I’m shaking and sweating, my stomach threatening to drop out of me. I peek at my hands, but the glowing designs are gone—if they were actually there to begin with.

What the hell kind of sex makes the universe implode?

“Sadrie?”

Her body is limp, her eyes half-closed and rolling back in her head.

“Oh, gods, are you all right? Hey, Sadrie.” I stroke her flushed cheek. “Talk to me, sweetheart.”

“Ohh, myyy godssss,” she drawls. “What was that? What did you do to me?”

“Everything you asked for,” I grin.

Her gaze swims in mine for a moment. She inhales deeply, her arms and legs going slack. A bright red welt is rising on the side of her neck, and I can’t help but admire it.

I adjust my position to kneel beside her. “Sadrie,” I whisper, caressing her cheek and forehead.

“Nnneeed sleep,” is the last thing she utters before rolling over and pulling the covers over her.

“Isn’t the bed, um, sort of wet? That can’t possibly be comfortable.”

She waves me away, her hand dropping to the mattress. Sleep tugs at my own eyelids, and I can’t fight the urge to curl up beside her.

Strangely unbothered by the possibility of a lights-out check and completely numb to my likely strained and screaming arm, I drop a kiss on her temple and burrow beneath the blankets.

She’s irresistibly warm and soft in my arms. She gives a contented moan before her light snores take over. For what feels like the first time in my life, sweet satisfaction claims me. Sleep hooks its claws in, pulling me under.