“Zara—”
“Or is it something else?” Zara’s fingers traced the edge of her skirt. Not quite touching skin. “Maybe the fact that we’re in Thornwood. The place that expelled you. Taking back access they tried to deny you.”
Ramona’s breath hitched. “Both,” she finally whispered. “It’s both.”
“Mmm.” Zara’s approval was palpable. “You like this. The risk. The rebellion.”
“Maybe.”
“Definitely.” Zara’s hand slid up beneath her skirt now, fingers finding her inner thigh through her thin tights. “Should I stop?”
“No,” Ramona said immediately. Too quickly.
Zara laughed softly. “That’s what I thought.”
“This is insane,” Ramona breathed. “Someone could catch us. This is basically the worst possible thing we could be doing.”
“That’s the point, isn’t it?” Zara’s fingers moved higher. “That’s what’s getting you so worked up. What else do you plan to do while we wait?”
Her fingers reached the edge of Ramona’s tights, pushing past the waistband, tracing over her underwear, to find her absolutely soaked.
“Fuck,” Zara whispered. “You really are?—”
Ramona buried her face into Zara’s neck, partly to hide her expression of desperation, but also to nip at the sensitive skin there. She felt a pulse of pleasure through the tether.
“Why not?” Zara’s fingers pressed against the fabric, not quite touching where Ramona needed. “You’re the one who’s so turned on you can barely think straight. While we’re hiding from security. In a library.”
“Zara, please…”
“Please what?” Zara’s voice was wicked. “Please touch you? Please make you come while there’s a guard walking around upstairs? Please make you be quiet while I finger you in the restricted section?”
“Yes,” Ramona gasped. “All of that. Please.”
“Well.” Zara’s fingers slid beneath the fabric. “Since you asked so nicely.”
She found Ramona wet and wanting and completely desperate.
“Oh,” Zara breathed. “You’re already?—”
“Shut up and touch me properly,” Ramona demanded. Her hips pushed forward, seeking more contact.
“So bossy.” But Zara obeyed, fingers moving in deliberate circles that made Ramona’s knees weak. “Is this better?”
“Yes,” Ramona whimpered. “Don’t stop.”
“Wasn’t planning to.” Zara’s other hand covered Ramona’s mouth gently. “But you need to be quiet for me. Can you do that?”
Ramona nodded frantically.
“Good girl.” Zara’s fingers pressed inside her.
Ramona moaned against her palm. Her whole body went taut, fighting to stay silent while Zara’s fingers worked with devastating precision.
“That’s it,” Zara murmured. “So perfect for me.”
The footsteps of a guard on the floor above was distant background noise that only made Zara’s touch feel more intense. The knowledge that they could be discovered any second, that Ramona was letting Zara fuck her in a library where they were stealing ancient grimoires…
It was overwhelming.
