Chapter 51

FIVE HUNDRED YEARS AGO Andrew didn’t dally. His hand lowered to the swell of her breasts and squeezed. “You have no idea how badly I want to take these into my mouth.” Her breasts? She had never thought about that. But then again, Marcus had not given any attention to them on the two occasions he slept with her. Neither did he run his lips, or his fingers, over her skin like Andrew was doing, setting her body ablaze with such simple touches. It was starting to dawn on her just how much she was missing. And she knew a quick encounter would not be enough. His teeth scraped her neck. “Would you like that? Would you like me to suckle your breasts until you can't take it anymore?” Yes, yes, yes. Yes to whatever he wanted to do to her. It was nothing she had experienced before, but she had no doubt it would feel good. “Yes.” She couldn’t recognise her own voice–breathy, needy, weak. But then again, she couldn’t quite recognise herself at that moment. “When I’m done, I’d go lower–” His hand m