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

easily see you by my side, indulging in so many things. Not just travel or literature, and not only all the many ways to please me. To pleasure yourself as I watch.” He backed her against the wall. She could feel his cock against her belly, the pulsing wetness aching to be sated at his nearness.
    Before she could answer, form a coherent thought, he dipped his head. Through the thin material of her shift, he suckled her breast, fingers digging into her derrière, teeth biting down on her nipple, tugging the sensitive point.
    Her fingers gripped his head as a tremor rocked her. Once more adrift in sensation, she couldn't stop her response. Severn pulled back, but there was no look of the gentle lover now. He crushed his lips to hers, taking, taking. Again, he pulled back and whirled her around.
    Pressed against the wall, she could feel a change. Sabine didn't understand it, but there was more to his ardor now. More intense, more immediate. Severn yanked the shift over her head and easily lifted her by the waist. Her breasts flattened against the wall; the rough silk of the wallpaper brushed against her tender flesh.
    Gasping, she tried to find purchase, but he allowed no quarter. In one smooth, violent stroke, he entered her. Sabine screamed but knew even as her body adjusted to the feel of him within her, she didn't scream from pain.
    Severn filled her, and her body loved it. Rejoiced in the feel of him thrusting in and out of her with such force. Lost, she succumbed. To the wallpaper abrading her breasts, sending sparks of desire to her core. To Severn's fingers against her nub, relentless in their movements. To his cock moving so brutally in and out of her, giving her such pleasure she wondered her body could withstand it.
    Moans filled the hallway, and in some dim corner of her mind not overrun with this, Sabine knew they came from her. She didn't know she was capable of producing such sounds. Of her body enjoying such rapture.
    Wrapping her hands around his wrists, she finally found purchase.
    “Put your hands flat against the wall.” It was an order, but said in such as rasping tone, she knew he was as affected by their joining as she. Closer, he covered her hands with his, pounding up into her, keeping her flush against the wall.
    Close, so close to the precipice she could taste it. Severn withdrew and Sabine felt his seed against her back, slipping between her derrière, down her thighs. She moaned, turned her head to beg him. He pulled back, arms still holding her.
    Bereft now of all feeling—Severn inside her, his fingers against her, the delicious feel of the wall on her breasts—she cried out. But he only shifted her, laying her on the cold marble floor. The shock the cold marble on her heated back surprised her, but before Sabine could adjust, he'd taken her hand.
    Guiding her fingers to her core, he bypassed her pulsating nub and slipped them inside her.
    “Oh,” she gasped, straining for that peak.
    “Feel yourself,” he rasped. “Can you feel your body beg for more?” She nodded, moving her fingers in and out, barely aware that he'd removed his own fingers. That he lightly scraped blunt nails over her sensitive nipples. “One of the lessons you should take away from our afternoon is the knowledge of how to bring yourself to orgasm.”
    She moved faster now, scraping her thumb over her nub. Hips arching, aware only of her own hands, fingers deep inside her, the cold floor against her heated flesh.
    “It'll make everything that much sweeter. Including”—and his voice lowered here, altered but Sabine couldn't think why—”your partnering with others.”
    Opening her eyes just as she was about to orgasm, she saw a possessive look cross his face. But then the world crashed around her, and she was shouting incoherently as the coiled pleasure flooded her. No, she vaguely realized. She shouted Severn's name.
    “Say my name,” he demanded, and she felt another wave wash through her. Those long fingers