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over my cock, imagine me in your mouth, inside your sweet, wet, body.”
    All too easily, those images flashed through her mind, and she felt her desire coiling tightly through her. She was close, could feel an elusive edge of pleasure, but didn't know how to attain it. Her hand gripped his cock, memorizing him, swirling her thumb over the tip.
    Severn titled her head back, mouth hard on hers, tongue unrelenting as he tasted her. She faltered, too much colliding within her, between Faith's tongue sweeping over her sensitive nub, Severn's demanding mouth on her, and his rigid cock in her hand. Something else, a tanginess she wouldn't have associated with the handsome and virile earl.
    “Can you taste yourself?” he demanded, pulling back. “Can you taste your juices on my tongue?”
    Sabine nodded, licking her lips to better savor the taste. “Yes,” she whispered, voice harsh as she tried to speak past the sensation spiraling tighter within her.
    “And did you enjoy it?” he asked.
    Before she could answer, the blindfold fell away. For a moment, she blinked in the suddenly bright room, but her eyes instantly focused on Severn. He stepped back just enough so she could see her hand still moving up and down his cock, the thick length of it, the moisture glistening on the tip. She wanted to taste him, feel that length—was shocked at her own desires.
    “Look,” he ordered in a soft voice. His hand tangled in her hair and forced her to look at Faith.
    Her eyes closed, oblivious to what happened around her, Faith moved up and down slightly, as if she enjoyed the same pleasure she gave to Sabine. Severn tugged her nipple, dark eyes watching her watch Faith.
    The tension snapped then and encased Sabine in pleasure such as she never imagined, never expected to experience. She cried out, hand on Faith's head as she pressed her closer, fingers curling tightly around Severn's cock.
    She could feel the moisture from her desire run down her legs, forced her eyes open to watch Faith. Her friend licked her thighs, fingers digging into the backs of her legs, and Sabine ground herself against Faith's face to prolong this bliss.
    The sensations continued and she embraced them, let them rush through her. Eventually, they stopped, though her breath was still short and her body still sensitive to the barest touch. Severn's fingers continued to roll her nipples, and she moaned, trying to pull back. It was too much.
    He refused and tugged harder. A sharp bolt of desire ran straight to her core, and Sabine was shocked to find herself wanting more.
    Faith sat back on her knees, face wet with Sabine's pleasure, and she had an almost overwhelming urge to kneel before her friend and kiss her. She tried to move, but her legs buckled then.
    Severn's strong arms swept her up, and he carried her to the large bed. She hadn't noticed it before, but now saw in the brief trip there that they stood in the master's suite. Severn's bedroom. Sabine turned to look at him, but he laid her on her back, fingers once again finding her core.
    Despite her sensitivity, she arched against his hand, gasped. Severn buried his fingers deeper, and she twisted her hands into the bedding, body aching. He knelt on the bed before her, cock standing stiffly from his body, but just as she thought he'd take her, Severn pulled back from her and turned to Faith.
    Sabine leaned up on her elbows, feeling delightfully wanton spread across Severn's bed as she was, and saw her friend watching her with a longing she'd never seen. Her face was flushed, lips swollen; her nipples were sharp peaks against the pure whiteness of her shift, and Sabine wanted to taste them, tug on them as Severn had hers.
    “Join us,” he said, and Faith immediately rose. “Kiss her and let her truly taste how sweet she is.”
    Sabine swung her gaze to Severn, who watched her with dark, unreadable eyes. He gave nothing away, face blank from all emotion, thoughts well hidden behind his hungry eyes. Those