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eyes, his attention focused solely on her, were her only clue as to his state of mind. Lord Severn planned to devour her.
    His fingers glided along her inner thighs and, to her shock, Sabine realized she was lifting her hips when his fingers moved closer to her. She wanted him to enter her, wanted more of that mind-numbing sensation.
    Faith sat on the bed beside her and stared down at her. Sabine tore her gaze from Severn and looked at her friend. She hesitated, then repositioned herself to lean over her, and Sabine saw the fingers of one hand disappear beneath her shift.
    Lips warm with Sabine's juices, Faith was tentative even as Sabine opened her mouth, accepted the kiss, tangled her fingers in Faith's hair to bring her closer. Severn entered her then, and Sabine pulled back, crying out. Slight pain mixed with unbearable pleasure and she whimpered again. With forceful fingers, Faith returned to her lips and kissed her again.
    Overwhelmed, she kissed Faith back hard, Severn pounding into her with such forceful thrusts she thought she'd break apart. But then he slowed, drawing out the feeling, allowing her a moment to steady herself.
    Again breaking the kiss with Faith, she looked up at Severn. His face was a mask of concentration, hard and unyielding, hair damp with perspiration against his forehead. His hand moved beneath her head and brought her up for a kiss as unyielding and demanding as his body was pounding into hers.
    Wrapping her arms around him, she held tightly, everything crashing through her at once. Severn broke the kiss, and Sabine watched as he tugged on Faith's shift.
    The other woman needed no further instruction and yanked it, one-handed, over her head. Sabine caught her breath. Faith's beautiful nipples were dark points against her pale breasts, her fingers buried deep within herself, covered by curly brown hair. She moved them as if she knew what to do, in and out, and while Sabine watched, the fingers of her other hand tugged her nipples.
    “No,” Sabine managed, unclenching one hand from Severn's shoulders to take Faith's hand. “No, allow me.”
    Faith stilled for only a heartbeat before leaning over Sabine. Severn increased his thrusts, and no matter how tightly Sabine locked her legs around his waist, she didn't feel as if they were close enough. She moved with him, meeting each thrust, her body begging for more. Then Faith's breast was before her, and Sabine took the nipple between her teeth, running her tongue over the surface.
    With an incoherent cry, Faith shuddered, fingers pumping in and out of her, head thrown back.
    “Did you enjoy that?” Severn asked, clamping his teeth on her nipple. She could feel that ultimate pleasure hovering just out of reach and wanted him to bite her again.
    “Yes,” she managed. Her hands clenched the bedding and she tried desperately to anchor herself, but it was no use.
    Severn sped up, his thumb and forefinger rolling her nub, and before she could brace herself, it came upon her again, the exquisiteness. Biting her lower lip, she arched off the bed, controlling a scream. Her body shuddered, her mind blank, but she felt him withdraw from her. She opened her eyes, needing to know even in the midst of all this why he no longer moved within her, filling her until she thought she'd burst.
    He spilled his seed on her belly, and Sabine watched fascinated, body still quivering. Without thinking, she dipped her finger into it and brought it to her lips. Before she could taste him, however, Severn shook himself and took Faith's hand, the one that had been buried within her, and placed it on her belly.
    He'd mixed their juices, his seed and the wetness from Faith. Sabine licked her lips and looked up at Severn. With a wicked grin that tightened something deep inside her, he brought Faith's hand to her lips and pressed them there. Chest heaving, he collapsed next to her, one hand resting on her hip.
    Sabine turned her head to watch him, even as she did what he'd