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I moan as she rubs a little harder. "That's it," she croons. "Let me hear you. God, you're incredible. So responsive..." She kisses me again, tongue delving into my mouth as her fingers work their magic beneath my clothes, and I whimper into her mouth. I wish I could see her face—but then she pulls back and looks down at me, eyes blazing, and her hand withdraws from my panties.
I make a noise of protest, but then I realize what she's doing—she takes my hand and guides it to her waistband, waiting patiently as I fumble with the buttons, then gracelessly shove into her underwear. "Like this," she tells me, when I look up to her face uncertainly, and she slides her hand back down between my legs, stroking me. "Go on," she prompts, and I try to match her movements. It takes me a few minutes to really get the hang of it, but I do at last—I can tell from the way Hadria's breath hitches, the way she grinds herself against my hand. "Oh, good girl, Aurora," she pants, "you're a natural."
I feel a surge of pride at her praise, and I kiss her, fierce and possessive. It's my turn to take control, though I don't know how long I can keep it up when she feels so good between my fingers, whenherfingers are driving me crazy, when her tongue is teasing mine like that. Overwhelmed by the sensations, I break the kiss and tug open her shirt so I can taste her skin. She tastesjust like her spicy scent suggests, and in combination with the heady night blooms around us, I think...
I think I'm a littlehigh.
"You're going to make me come," she sighs, and that just makes me redouble my efforts. There's something so intoxicating about being in control of her pleasure, watching her face soften with desire as my fingers dance against her—and then she lets out a long hiss, back arching, her own fingers stilling on me.
I did it. Ididit, I made her?—
But then she reminds me who'sreallyin control here, as she tugs my hand out of her pants and pushes me onto my back. "That was very well done, Sunshine," she says as she looks down at me, a devilish grin on her full lips. "But now it's my turn. And I think it's time to turn up the intensity." And she slides a finger into me, gently, letting me adjust to the sensation, before she pulls it out slowly. She pushes in again and I give a moan as she does. I never knew it could feel so good to have somethinginside, something to clench hold of while her thumb plays with my clit.
"Good?" she asks.
"Good," I manage to pant out.
She was right—somehow, this is just as intense as last night, even though it's much slower...much more tender. I wrap one leg around her hips, drawing her closer, wordlessly pleading for more. To my relief, Hadria obliges, sliding another finger into my wet heat and curling them a little, until I'm shaking with the sensation. She seems to know my body as well as her own, as if she can read my mind and knows exactly where to touch me, how to make me moan for her, how to make me come for her.Because I'm going to, I can feel it, the coil of need tightening inside me again, but different to the frantic need of last night. This is...thicker, more potent, like I have molten gold bubbling around inside me. The tension builds, fed by every thrust of her fingers, every circle of her thumb. The world around us fades away, and there's only her touch, her scent, her presence.
"Let go for me, Aurora."
It's as if her words are the permission I've been waiting for. Idolet go, crying out as my climax rushes through me in wave after wave of tingly heat. My back arches off the ground, and I clutch hard at the grass around me, head thrown back as Hadria's name spills from my lips. She keeps working her magic, prolonging my pleasure, until at last I collapse, panting and spent.
I give a whimper of protest when she finally pulls her fingers out of me, but she only chuckles and pulls me close again.
"Well," she sighs happily. "I haven't had fun like that for alongtime."
I nestle closer against her strong frame. "Not even with Lyssa?" I ask before I can stop myself.
Hadria gives a startled laugh. "God, no. Lyssa is like a sister to me, we could never..." She shakes her head, still chuckling. "Besides, she has a very specific type, and I amnotit. No. Definitely not."
Her admission sends a spike of satisfaction through me. I trail light kisses along her elegant collarbone as she continues stroking my hair.
At last Hadria speaks again, her voice low and throaty. "Come to the Syndicate meeting tomorrow night, so that I brag to them allabout your heroics last night. Will you do that? Because I think it's time you took a seat at the table, Aurora."
I tense, the heady languor fleeing my limbs. Just a few days ago, knowing that I'd earned Hadria's trust enough to sit at the table in the war room would have filled me with a sense of victory. I'd be a step closer to freedom, or so I would have thought.
And I would have been wrong. I see that now. Hadria is right; without protection, I'll only fall back into Nero's hands, and he makes me shudder for all thewrongreasons.
Whereas Hadria…
Sensing my unease, Hadria tips my chin up to meet her eyes. "You've more than proven yourself," she says, assuming I'm concerned about her offer of a seat at the table. "No one would dare question your right to be there."
"I'd be honored," I tell her. It's the right answer, judging by her smile.
"And this thing between us," she says, then hesitates. "We should keep it quiet. I don't want Nero to have any more reason to punish you for my actions."
She's the one who flaunted me in front of him, but I don't point that out. I just nod.
"Not even Lyssa," she says, as she unwraps her arms from me. "You understand?"
I'm pretty sure Lyssa already suspects, given the way Hadria held me close in the car on the way back from the meeting…but again, I just nod.
We get up then, Hadria helping me rearrange my clothes, and I shake out her jacket. "I hope we didn't stain it," I say.
"I hope we did." Hadria gathers the discarded wine bottle and glasses as we go back into the open area of the night garden. "Why does Lyssa call you Suzy?"
I laugh, surprised. "It's just a nickname. Suzy Sunshine. At first it was an insult, but now…" I give a little shrug, a half-embarrassed smile. "Everyone calls me Suzy. The trainees. Even Mrs. Graves, sometimes."
