Jane had taught her how to touch, how to undo a man, how to fuck. Where to place her mouth. How to use her hands.
"How was it? Your first time?"
Livia's memory opened. Henry's face. His hands. The heat. The tenderness. The sweetness of wanting him. "Eish…" Livia breathed. "I have not let myself think of it in so long, out of respect for the Duke. But I remember…" She stopped.
It would be safer not to remember. She shook her head.
"I do not really remember."
"I do. I remember being brought to the palace by the Queen Mother. I remember being dressed until I hardly recognised myself, then taken to see His Majesty."
Livia said nothing. She knew too well what it meant to be prepared for a man's gaze. The gown she wore now still sat low, the shawl Bella had given her doing little to disguise what the bodice had been designed to reveal.
