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In response, Sabrina’s nipples hardened to stiff points. She’d never experienced quite this sensation, this aching fullness, desperate for his touch. And all of it came from just words. “Then what would you do?”
“I would use my tongue and perhaps my teeth—gently, of course—and I would suckle her. Hard. Until she cried out. I have to determine what she likes. Will she like me to pinch her, to torment her until she can no longer bear it?”
Sabrina pressed her thighs together to ease the pulsing ache between them. “I think she would like that. Tell me what else.”
“I would stroke her sex and tease her until she was panting.”
Sabrina’s lips had parted, and she realized she was precariously close to doing exactly what he described.
Constantine went on, “When she could no longer bear the anticipation, I would press my finger into her.”
Unable to suffer another moment, she perched beside him on the bed, careful not to touch him. She pressed her hand between her legs and stroked herself through the silk of the dressing gown. “Please.Don’t stop. What else would you do?”
“I’d fill her with my fingers and make her come.”
Sabrina longed to open the gown and do what he said. Actually, she wanted him to do it, but he couldn’t. Not like this. She rubbed her clitoris, her hips moving gently.
“Are you…?” His unfinished question made her stop.
Filling her lungs, she moved her hand to her thigh. “Please, continue.”
“I would marvel at her naked beauty, at the honeyed curls guarding the sweetest part of her. And then I would taste, softly at first. When she relaxed—ifshe relaxed—I’d claim her. She ismine.” His breath caressed her ear. “You didn’t have to stop. I won’t touch you, but you can touch yourself.”
“Will you?” Sabrina managed to ask. The notion of them together on this bed, pleasuring themselves in concert, was incredibly erotic. She was quivering at the thought.
“I wasn’t going to, but I admit it’s difficult when I imagine my wife splayed nude before me.” He inhaled sharply. “It’s a dream, and I don’t know if it will ever come true.”
“It will.” Sabrina was so tempted to tell him who she was, to show him that his dream could come true. “I can’t imagine your wife resisting or not reacting—with complete abandon—to this seduction. You can do this.” She was desperate for him to try.
“I will…try what you suggest. It’s difficult to imagine talking to her when she blushes at the slightest provocation.”
Frustration rippled through Sabrina. She wasn’t as pathetic as that, was she? She’d been assertive and straightforward on several occasions since coming to town. Perhaps she needed to do more to invite him to talk to her, to reveal himself. To reveal his desires. “Think of her as a woman with wants and needs she hasn’t discovered yet. Show her what she has been missing. Don’t you think she will appreciate that?”
“When you put it like that, yes. I will start with talking to her and not necessarily just about this. We need to establish a level of comfort between us. An intimacy such that even friends share.”
His words made her want to swoon. “That is an excellent way to begin.”
“Would you mind going now?” he asked.
She stood from the bed, her knees weak from her unsatisfied desire. “Your wife is a lucky woman. I hope you show her how much soon.”
She hurried from the room, taking care to glance about the corridor before she closed the door behind her. Even more quickly, she rushed to the chamber with her clothing. She rang a bellpull, and someone knew to summon Evie, who would help her dress.
While she waited, she went back over his every word and nearly succumbed to touching herself. She would wait, however, in case he visited her bedchamber later. If he didn’t, she may become impatient and throw herself at him.
Anticipation danced along her flesh as she realized the stakes had changed. She wanted much more than just a child. She wanted a real marriage.
Chapter 13
“Do you approve, my lord?” Haddock asked from the other side of the dining room table.
Twelve wine glasses stood in two rows on the table at his chair and Sabrina’s. Each glass held a small amount of a different wine. In the front row were three claret wines and three hock, while the rear glasses contained fortified wines. The type of wine and the year it was produced had been written on small pieces of parchment, which were placed at the base of Sabrina’s glasses—because this was for her education.
“I do. You’ve outdone yourself, thank you.”
Haddock smiled. He’d seemed to show a…livelier side since the incident with the cat. “It was my pleasure to arrange for this tasting. What a wonderful idea to introduce her ladyship to wine.”
Constantine hoped it would be more than that. After last night’s meeting with the tutor, he was committed to doing what he’d said. He meant to seduce his wife and not just in the bedchamber. That was why he hadn’t visited her last night. They needed to establish a relationship if they meant to carry on.
