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trying to stand still while her body clenched in need.
    She felt Faith's fingers lightly run along her wrist, sending little flames along her sensitive skin. Faith took the basket, leaving Sabine alone, blind, and all too vulnerable before Lord Severn. Her heart pounded, breath came in short gasps. She wanted to rip the blindfold off. Wanted to know what he'd do to her. But something stopped her.
    A small part of her waited to see what he wanted of her next, what pleasure he'd offer—and take—blindfolded as she was.
    She heard movement in the room, felt a shift. Then Severn's hard lips caressed the skin between her shoulder and throat, sending flickers of desire racing through her. Sabine gasped, reaching up to hold his head close, felt his soft, close-cropped hair beneath her fingers, his bare warm skin.
    His teeth nipped her skin and he pulled away.
    “No, no, no,” he whispered against her ear. He stepped back and she moaned. But then his fingers rolled her hard nipples between them, and Sabine gasped, pushing her breasts farther into his hands. “Allow us to enjoy you.”
    Sabine barely had time to register his words when her shift ripped open and fell to the floor. Exposed, heart racing, she waited, torn between fleeing and indulging. But then Severn touched her, his fingers soft as they moved between her breasts, down over her belly, to her wetness.
    She wanted to shy away, but he must have anticipated that and pressed harder, one finger slipping into her for just an instant. Sabine bucked against his hand, a whimper sounding in her ears. Her whimper, and she wanted to feel that surge of pleasure again. But he removed his hand, the slick digit circling her nipple. She could smell herself and wondered what she tasted like.
    “Delicious,” he whispered against her ear, teeth tugging the lobe. “Just as ready as I wanted.”
    He slid his finger into her again, too fast. Sabine spread her legs slightly wider in the hopes he'd repeat his teasing touch.
    “Kneel,” he commanded. She could tell from the way he said it, the direction of his voice, that he didn't mean her but Faith. “Taste for yourself how delicious she is.”
    Had he tasted her? Sabine caught her breath at that knowledge, wondered again what she'd taste like. Wanted to watch him lick his fingers clean from her wetness.
    The rustle of Faith's shift echoed loudly in the room as she obeyed. Severn's strong hand cupped her sex, rubbing all too lightly against her, and pulled her back hard against his front. Sabine could feel his erection pressing insistently against her derrière and moved against it.
    Severn growled against her ear, tugged harshly at her nipple. Sabine didn't know if that was meant to tell her to stop or not, but the feel was so exquisite, she moved harder against him. He chuckled, jerked his hips against her.
    “Soon,” he promised, voice barely loud enough for her to hear. Louder, he instructed Faith, “Taste her honeyed moisture. Suckle her.”
    Faith's lips on her wet core shocked Sabine. Her tongue delved into her, feeling as delicious as Severn's finger. Her teeth scrapped her nub and Sabine cried out, knees weakened, only to be caught by Severn's strong arms. He moved from behind her, capturing one of her hands. She willingly let him, legs threatening to buckle with Faith's tongue in her, lips on her, gliding over her wetness, and sending sparks of desire shooting through her.
    Faith's hands dug into her derrière and she pushed against her harder. Just then, Severn closed her fingers over his hard manhood.
    “Feel my stiffness,” he said, guiding her hand up and down the length. “You've done this to me, Sabine. You've aroused my cock.”
    He moved her thumb around the top of him, felt a drop of moisture atop his cock. The forbidden word sent a shiver through Sabine.
    “Just looking at you, seeing your beautiful breasts, your hard nipples, arouses me.” Releasing her fingers, he commanded, “Touch me, move your hand