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had kissed her on the lips, and yet this man, this arrogant earl, took the liberty within hours of meeting her.
    That was not the only liberty he has taken within hours of meeting me.
    Fliss firmly silenced that mocking voice inside her head, straightening her spine against the pile of pillows behind her in an effort to distance herself from him. She did not succeed, as he simply moved back with her. “My friends, which you are not, call me Fliss. Neither am I your lover. And since you have chosen not to heed my warning, it would seem I am not to be your savior either. As such, I would like you to remove yourself from my bedchamber immediately.”
    Sin refused to budge an inch as he continued to lean forward, his face only inches away from hers.
    He had wondered during the long night, when the aching throb of his cock had prevented him from sleeping, whether he might have imagined how beautiful this woman was. His imagination had not done her justice.
    Her hair was loose this morning, a wild tumble of ebony curls that cascaded onto her bare shoulders and the pillows behind her. Her eyes were that clear, dark gray, her complexion as pale and smooth as ivory. Except for her lips. They were a rosy and tempting red. The same color as the nipples he had feasted on the previous evening.
    Sin’s gaze moved lower, down the long arch of her neck to the hollows at the base of her throat, the creamy swell of her breasts revealed above the lace neckline of her white silk nightgown. Lower still, he could see the clear outline of her nipples. Nipples that became hard, swelling in arousal, as he continued to admire them. His cock, still ready and unsatisfied, instantly engorged with that same arousal.
    “Very well…Fliss.” Sin deliberately savored the name on his lips. “I believe I am in the mood for fruit now.” His fingers moved to unfasten the lace ribbon at the front of her gown.
    “What are you doing?” She gasped, her hands moving to cover his and stop him from fully unfastening the top of her nightgown.
    “You are hiding fresh berries from me,” he murmured in reproach. “Ripe, juicy berries.”
    “No.” She swallowed, obviously flustered. “I do not—I am not—”
    “Oh, but you do and you are.” He carefully removed her hands and placed them at her sides on the bed. “Do not move them,” he admonished as she would have done exactly that. “We are to eat breakfast together, remember?” he chided as he folded back the unfastened sides of the top of her nightgown to fully reveal her naked breasts beneath, tipped with those rose-red nipples.
    Fliss’s cheeks were aflame. No one had ever… She had never… It had been in muted candlelight when Sin had touched and suckled her breasts the previous evening. This morning, he gazed upon them in the clear light of day. No, he did not gaze upon them, he gorged himself on them, his gaze openly admiring until Fliss began to wonder if there was something wrong, that perhaps her breasts were somehow different from other women’s breasts.  
    She looked down at them critically. They were big breasts, to be sure, but they were firm and sloped upwards. Perhaps her nipples were too red? Or too big when they were swollen like this? Perhaps—
    “I intend to make them bigger still before I eat them,” Sin murmured as if in answer to her unspoken question.
    Fliss drew her breath in sharply as she watched his fingers and thumbs moving to squeeze and pinch her nipples, pleasure surging to her core as he pulled on them. Her back arched as he drew them out fully, and then farther still, so that they grew bigger, longer than Fliss had ever seen them.
    The same heat as last night flared between her thighs, the lips there plumping, becoming wet. Then wetter still as he continued to pull and squeeze her nipples.
    The pleasure took her breath away, and she longed to lift her hands, to press those fingers harder against her nipples. Except the challenge in his glittering green eyes