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after yesterday, she felt more so, more protective of her than she had anything else in her life.
Slowing her pace as she walked through the wood, Sabine didn't know what to do after she married Reddick. Perhaps she could convince him to allow Faith to be a near-permanent guest. But she didn't know him well enough to gauge his reaction. There was a connection to Faith that only her experience with Lord Severn had exposed—one she recognized ran deeper for both of them.
Lord Severn. No… Aiden . Somehow, Sabine knew he'd allow Faith to stay with them. Even share their bed. He enjoyed watching them together.
Moisture flooded her throbbing core, and she curled her fingers into her skirts. Much as she wanted to, she would not touch herself, not here where someone could happen by. Her face heated with the blush of memories, the rush of arousal, and she glanced around the deserted wood.
She wouldn't pleasure herself, but she would meet him. Alone by the stream. And she would most definitely allow him to pleasure her. Would even enjoy touching him, tasting his skin, his cock. Licking her lips, she anticipated doing just that.
Clearing her throat, she breathed deeply and quickened her pace. His note surprised her, and while she hoped he wished to see her to make love to her again, she wondered why he took the chance.
There were moments when she thought of him and a spark coiled up, threatened to burn her with the intensity of its heat. She forgot everything save him and the burning of her blood as she touched herself, his eyes watching her if only in her memory. Now, all caution gone, she rushed through the woods to the stream just to feel that, to feel him, again.
Perhaps, she considered as she neared earshot of the stream and their rendezvous, it wasn't that he took the chance. Perhaps it was that he offered the chance. One she willingly accepted.
Purposely pushing all thoughts of Faith and her impending marriage to the side, Sabine stepped from the shadows into the hot sunlight. Watching her step, she picked her way to the edge of the stream. The area by the rock lay abandoned. Had he changed his mind? Not wished to see her—to have her—again? Regretted sending the missive so soon after their afternoon?
Sabine swallowed her disappointment and sat on the sun-warmed rock. The light sparkled on the water, and she leaned back on her hands, closing her eyes against the brightness. Letting the sun warm her, she tried not to lament her coming here when it was clear he didn't wish to—
Hands slid around her shoulders, large and cool against her heated skin, to cup her breasts. Sabine's breath caught and she opened her eyes, tried to turn to see him. But Aiden pressed his lips to her neck, and she couldn't move; she'd know his touch anywhere, even after only one afternoon.
She could barely breathe from the rush of need hardening her nipples and flooding her core. She shivered with each caress, skin sensitive to his touch. Her nub beat in arousal, and she nearly begged him right there to make her climax.
“For days,” he whispered, his voice low and raspy, “I thought of nothing but your intoxicating scent. Your exquisite taste. Pushing my cock into your untouched ass.”
Scandalized, Sabine didn't pull back. No matter how his words were designed to outrage her, she whimpered. The very thought had such desire surging within her she wondered if she'd climax from his words alone. That delicate part of her body clenched as he fingered her through the gown.
“Oh yes,” she breathed before she could stop herself.
Slowly turning to look at him, her smile slow and inviting, for she had no shame before him, Sabine pushed against his touch. Another shock of arousal spiked through her, and she caught her breath.
Swallowing against the need clawing her throat, she managed, “I see there's so much more you could teach me.”
With a growl, Aiden pulled her to him, kissed her hard. Opening her mouth to his, she tasted him,
Slowing her pace as she walked through the wood, Sabine didn't know what to do after she married Reddick. Perhaps she could convince him to allow Faith to be a near-permanent guest. But she didn't know him well enough to gauge his reaction. There was a connection to Faith that only her experience with Lord Severn had exposed—one she recognized ran deeper for both of them.
Lord Severn. No… Aiden . Somehow, Sabine knew he'd allow Faith to stay with them. Even share their bed. He enjoyed watching them together.
Moisture flooded her throbbing core, and she curled her fingers into her skirts. Much as she wanted to, she would not touch herself, not here where someone could happen by. Her face heated with the blush of memories, the rush of arousal, and she glanced around the deserted wood.
She wouldn't pleasure herself, but she would meet him. Alone by the stream. And she would most definitely allow him to pleasure her. Would even enjoy touching him, tasting his skin, his cock. Licking her lips, she anticipated doing just that.
Clearing her throat, she breathed deeply and quickened her pace. His note surprised her, and while she hoped he wished to see her to make love to her again, she wondered why he took the chance.
There were moments when she thought of him and a spark coiled up, threatened to burn her with the intensity of its heat. She forgot everything save him and the burning of her blood as she touched herself, his eyes watching her if only in her memory. Now, all caution gone, she rushed through the woods to the stream just to feel that, to feel him, again.
Perhaps, she considered as she neared earshot of the stream and their rendezvous, it wasn't that he took the chance. Perhaps it was that he offered the chance. One she willingly accepted.
Purposely pushing all thoughts of Faith and her impending marriage to the side, Sabine stepped from the shadows into the hot sunlight. Watching her step, she picked her way to the edge of the stream. The area by the rock lay abandoned. Had he changed his mind? Not wished to see her—to have her—again? Regretted sending the missive so soon after their afternoon?
Sabine swallowed her disappointment and sat on the sun-warmed rock. The light sparkled on the water, and she leaned back on her hands, closing her eyes against the brightness. Letting the sun warm her, she tried not to lament her coming here when it was clear he didn't wish to—
Hands slid around her shoulders, large and cool against her heated skin, to cup her breasts. Sabine's breath caught and she opened her eyes, tried to turn to see him. But Aiden pressed his lips to her neck, and she couldn't move; she'd know his touch anywhere, even after only one afternoon.
She could barely breathe from the rush of need hardening her nipples and flooding her core. She shivered with each caress, skin sensitive to his touch. Her nub beat in arousal, and she nearly begged him right there to make her climax.
“For days,” he whispered, his voice low and raspy, “I thought of nothing but your intoxicating scent. Your exquisite taste. Pushing my cock into your untouched ass.”
Scandalized, Sabine didn't pull back. No matter how his words were designed to outrage her, she whimpered. The very thought had such desire surging within her she wondered if she'd climax from his words alone. That delicate part of her body clenched as he fingered her through the gown.
“Oh yes,” she breathed before she could stop herself.
Slowly turning to look at him, her smile slow and inviting, for she had no shame before him, Sabine pushed against his touch. Another shock of arousal spiked through her, and she caught her breath.
Swallowing against the need clawing her throat, she managed, “I see there's so much more you could teach me.”
With a growl, Aiden pulled her to him, kissed her hard. Opening her mouth to his, she tasted him,
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