LORRAINE HAD BEEN HOT all evening. It wasn't because of the summerland heat either. Her body was a tumble of desire. An explosion waiting to happen. She couldn't explain it but she knew the cause. She had seen her once she'd walked into the banquet hall.
Her eyes had pinned her as she watched the men make the dancing girls scream before her. A pit of heat had settled between her thighs and lust had swirled in her eyes as men and women fucked all around her.
She was aware of her husband the king sitting beside her. But she had eyes only for one woman. The woman who'd made her hot in all the ways possible.
Rebelle Cranmer.
Lorraine had watched Rebelle all evening. From the moment she'd walked through the huge doors into the chamber. Her gaze had devoured her curvy form dressed in a sensual black satin. Her curves showed a wonder in the gown and Lorraine had felt the pit of her belly clench in need.
But Rebelle had avoided her...
She had avoided her all night. When Lorraine had gone to welcome her at the start, she'd muttered an excuse and moved to some other group. When the dance had begun, she'd refused to meet her eyes. When the men began thrusting into the women, she sent her pine eyes elsewhere. But when the moaning in the chamber began to rise high, Rebelle had lifted her eyes.
In it, Lorraine saw an ocean of passion. A flood of lust that lit her beautiful brown eyes. Rebelle wanted her too, but she denied her own hunger.
The orgy in the centre of the room turned rough and the women began to scream, taking turns as they shared the men. Seven women and three men. Their tumble spawned a wave of arousal in the chamber. The scent of arousal milked the air and before long, the Lords gathered were fucking their wives too. Rebelle however sat alone until she could take Lorraine's blatant perusal no more. She lifted up and left the room.
And Lorraine followed not one second later...
Rebelle disappeared round a bend and Lorraine went hot on her heels. She knew Rebelle was trying to escape their passion; what they felt for each other. It was fiery and drugging, and the fact that Rebelle was her husband's mistress only made it hotter. The forbidden nature of their longing had drowned Lorraine but even her fingers couldn't bring her the pleasure she knew Rebelle could give.
Lorraine followed her up a flight of stairs and cleared up into a dimly lit hallway. She looked to the left and saw nothing. When she turned to the right, she saw Rebelle hurrying across the hallway.
"Rebelle, wait!" she called but the woman didn't. Both of them knew what would happen if she did. Their passion was the intense kind and it wouldn't be long before they forgot all about modesty.
Lorraine hurried after her. She reached her just as Rebelle slipped into an open door. She moved to lock it but Lorraine's hand stopped her. She slipped in too and the door clicked shut behind them.
Rebelle opened her mouth but could barely form a sentence before Lorraine turned and shoved her against the door. Her back met the smooth surface and she gasped. Lorraine stared into her eyes with liquid fire. They had barely spent two seconds in each other's company and their desire was already raging.
"Your Grace," Rebelle began. "We can't—"
Lorraine shushed her speech with her fingers. Her breaths were in pants and both of them could feel the strain of their bodies longing for release. Lorraine's thumb on her mouth moved softly, caressing her full lips. Rebelle shivered at the contact and Lorraine let her hand wander down. Her palm slid to the hollow of her breasts and was sliding over the curve when Rebelle stopped her.
"Lorraine..." she rasped. "We can't." A statement her body completely contradicted.
"I can feel you aroused for me, Rebelle," Lorraine replied. "We'll go mad if we deny ourselves any longer..." She pushed her hand between Rebelle's legs the same moment she cupped her tits. She groaned at her softness and Rebelle let a moan slip out. She quickly grabbed both of Lorraine's wrists, stopping any further movement. They stood with her against the wall, breathing heavily with hot bodies pressing into each other.
The folds of her gown were bunches in the middle of her thighs where Lorraine had grabbed her. Rebelle angled her head away when she moved to kiss her.
"You want this also," Lorraine rasped as her lips grazed her neck. She moved her body softly over Rebelle, flattening her to the door. "Let me feel you," she whispered.
It was at Lorraine's svelte figure sliding over hers that Rebelle could deny no longer. She didn't want to give in. She was already in an affair with the King. Adding the Queen could be dangerous. But Lorraine with her clear green eyes and hot body was scrambling her thoughts.
Rebelle loosened her hold on her wrists and Lorraine inhaled deeply against her neck. She lifted her head and pinned her with her green eyes, now a deeper emerald in light of her arousal.
They held each other's gaze for a shaky breath before Lorraine moved in. The kiss was fierce and Rebelle met her eagerly. She crooned in her grasp when Lorraine fisted her hair, holding her in place as her tongue delved deep. Their kissing turned feverish and soon, they were clutching desperately at each other.
Lorraine's hand slid to her back and she ripped the strings of her gown. Rebelle rolled her shoulders and the material fell to her waist. Lorraine went wild at the sight of her brown skin. She took her lips again as she let her palm wander to the swell of her plump breasts. She kneaded her and Rebelle shivered against the door.
She broke the kiss and moved down, sending light kisses all over her skin. She took a hard nipple into her mouth and Rebelle gripped her close.
"Oh fuck!" she rasped, fisting Lorraine's blonde hair and holding her close as her tongue worked magic.
Lorraine began to move down and Rebelle thought she might just dissolve from the pleasure of her wet tongue on her skin. She grabbed the hem of her skirts, fisting the material as he placed a light kiss on her navel. Then she roughly hiked up the gown. She looked up, holding Rebelle's gaze for a moment.
In it she saw all of need and sin, swirling in her deep, smoky eyes. It mirrored hers and she knew she would die to fuck the woman.
She broke their haze and her head disappeared under Rebelle's skirt. Lorraine wasn't teasing and her tongue landed hot and wet on Rebelle. She gasped and lifted off the door but Lorraine slammed her back to it, holding her hips down as her face went deep on her. The mere sight of the Queen on her knees before her almost sent Rebelle into ecstasy.
She immediately pulled Lorraine up and dragged her roughly. Their lips met and they were no longer in control. Rebelle could feel heat in all the places Lorraine touched her. She noticed they were still groping by the door and reluctantly broke the kiss.
"Bed?" she whispered.
Lorraine nodded and they both giggled as they fumbled their way across to the large bed.