Wickedly Wanton: A Ménage Regency Tale by Kristabel Reed Read Free Book Online Page A

breeches. His arm rested just beneath her breasts, which suddenly felt heavy with desire. Begged for his touch.
    Tilting her head to allow him to continue his pleasurable act, eyes half closed as desire raced through her, Sabine smiled. “I was curious about your art.” Gesturing to the painting before her, then to the wood nymph one, she admitted, “It's rather…intriguing.”
    “That's precisely how I felt when I first saw them,” he said. His lips stopped their homage, but he still kept her pressed to him. Drawing a deep breath, Sabine tried to stop her body from melting into his. “It's not merely the subject matter, though it does spark the imagination.”
    Looking over her shoulder at him, she agreed. “It's the feeling behind their expressions. It contrasts with their innocent actions.”
    She felt him smile against her skin. “Yes. Exactly. It's like peering at something we weren't supposed to see.”
    “Like today,” she said, eyeing the painting again. Feeling his hand wander over her body to press against her wetness. Sucking in a breath, she arched against him. “A day I was never supposed to have.”
    Extracting herself from Severn's embrace with some difficulty, she walked to the staircase, down the steps, though her legs shook. He followed, walking easily next to her as she wandered the long halls off the foyer. They didn't say anything for a bit, until she stopped before another painting, this of a shepherd and his lass, alone on a knoll save for his sheep.
    “Tell me,” he asked as she studied the painting, “have you enjoyed this day?”
    Cocking her head to the side, she studied him for a heartbeat. She didn't know what he wanted, but could sense his interest in her response so answered honestly. She did trust him not to reveal what transpired between them, the three of them.
    “Very much, my lord,” she said, blood racing at the memories. “Very much indeed. I shall treasure it for a lifetime.”
    The grin he offered her was pleased, but utterly wicked. Sabine felt her knees buckle and knew she blushed despite her words. He took her hand and kissed the back of it, letting his tongue slowly trace her knuckles.
    “While I am more than gratified that you accepted my invitation,” he said, not releasing her hand. His tongue was a wicked, wicked thing, and she wanted it back on her. In her. “I am a bit surprised you had the nerve to do so.”
    Sabine laughed, a light, breathless sound that had his fingers tightening on hers, but answered candidly. She'd offered this man her virginity, had let him take her while her friend pleasured herself on the bed next to them. There was no other answer but a straightforward one.
    “It wasn't an easy decision,” she admitted, curling her fingers around his, surprised at that familiarity. “And I have to trust you shan't ruin me completely. But there is this…” She paused and searched for the right word. “Demon,” she decided. “An inner demon which urges me to experience all I can. In many ways,” she said, seeing his eyes go black with desire at her admission, “not just in what we did today, pleasurable as I found that. But I'm hungry for knowledge, for more than what my gender allows.”
    He didn't answer immediately, but studied her. Not her body, didn't remove her shift, but watched her as if learning about her through that look. Finally, he nodded, and Sabine wondered what he discerned.
    “Yes. I can see that in you, because I'm the same. We both want to experience the fullness of life.”
    Relieved he recognized what she had been so unable to articulate, Sabine admitted to some shock to have found one who understood her so completely. Not even Faith comprehended her passion for learning, for wanting to discover everything this world had to offer. It suddenly dawned on her that her friend had used that passion to get her to accept Severn's invitation. She chuckled—she'd have to thank her when they returned to the house.
    “I can