She throbbed where just moments ago she had been full. When Sebastian stepped away, Edward slid out from under her and turned her around. With his hands, he directed her to lie down, on her back this time. She obeyed and stretched along the length of the bed. The cool silk of the counterpane against her bottom soothed the stings left by Sebastian’s crop. Sophie flexed her tired muscles, rubbed her aching jaws. But Sebastian wasn’t aiming to give her respite, she learned soon enough. His hands caged her hips and hauled her toward the foot of the bed. He bent her knees and set each foot flat on the mattress, opening her wide. For the longest time, he just stood there and observed her. Even as Sophie watched Sebastian through the frame of her thighs, anticipating his next advance, she saw Edward in her periphery, shedding the last of his clothes. His hair, far too long for fashion, no longer approximated a style but dangled over his brow and stroked his shoulders.
