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. “Butgoddess, 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 formore,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, wasthat?”
“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 verynosyquestions.”
Chapter 8
Itissa
Aseries of sharp raps lands on the door, jarring me from an erotic, mind-boggling dream I can’t recall the details about, now that my eyes are open.
“Wha—?” Equal parts confused, aroused, and disappointed, I shoot upright in bed.
I’m parched. I’m starving. My head is threatening to split open.Shit. Did I sleep through breakfast?
I spent half the night pouring my heart out to Sadrie and swearing her to secrecy. After she discovered us, I had no choice but to confess almost everything that’s happened between thehigh priestess and myself these last few days—with the exception of the events inside the fissure.
That part was more of a general overview.
More knocking jerks my muscles, louder than before. “Mmm.” Bleary-eyed, I stumble across the floor and peer at the alarm clock I forgot to wind.
8:37. Terrific.
