“Yes,” she sighed, nails scoring his back.
He changed the angle, driving himself deeper. Harder.
She cried out as Caspian changed rhythm from slow and sweet to violent and rough. He gripped her hips, slamming her against him harder and faster, and just when she thought she couldn’t take it any more, he shuddered, his head falling back as he came.
She lay on his chest, sated.
On an impulse, she ran her fingers lightly over the hard planes of his chest, tracing lazy circles, feeling utterly boneless and strangely complete. His heartbeat gradually slowed under her ear, and she let the sound lull her into a peaceful sleep.
When dawn light crept through the windows, she smiled, reaching for him instinctively, but only cool sheets met her touch.
She sniffed, there was his lingering scent on the pillow—the smell of leather and woodsmoke—but the bed was empty.
He had gotten up and left in the middle of the night.
Chapter 32
Fiza’s Story
When she returned from her morning ride, Elizabeth groomed Draugr, whistling a merry tune. She meandered slowly back to the castle and couldn’t seem to stop smiling. Her thoughts drifted to the beautiful moments she had shared with Caspian last night.Gods.She closed her eyes and sighed, her whole body coming alive at the memory.
A part of her felt guilty, knowing she could never tell a soul she had made love with a monster. Charlotte certainly would tell her she had taken leave of her senses.
But he … wasn’t a monster.
Not always.
He had a good side, she was certain of it. His moral compass was buried deeply, but it was there.
Elizabeth cringed; she hadn’t known last night would happen and hadn’t had the foresight to find a contraceptive tonic. She wrinkled her nose, imagining being stuck with a witch child, or worse, an ugly, cackling demon baby.
She needed to get a tonic as soon as possible.
Not that she intended to sleep with him again, but just in case.
“You woke up on the right side of the bed this morning,” Fiza mused, as she styled her hair.
“What do you mean?” Elizabeth replied innocently.
Fiza gave her a knowing smile and finished her hair. “I see the Master dotes on you now,” Fiza said slyly, pointing to a pile of parcels on her writing desk.
“Nonsense, I’m sure he’s just being friendly.”
“Mhmmmmm,” Fiza said. “He’s ordered some more dresses for you. The footman asked me for your measurements again.”
“That was kind of him,” Elizabeth said shyly. Quailing under the demon’s raised brows, she added, “We’ve become friends.”
Fiza smiled lightly. “Well, miss, these are for you. And that big one on top is from yourfriend.”
There were two large parcels and a small stack of letterson her writing desk.
One package had her mother’s handwriting on it, and the other was a large, round package tied with a string. She opened the flat parcel from her mother first and squealed. Lemon squares. Her favourite.
Elizabeth grinned. Her mother always knew lemon squares were her greatest weakness.A peace offering, perhaps?
“What is it?” Fiza asked, not understanding her glee.
“After we’re ready, I am forcing you to take tea with me so I can show you one of the delights from my kingdom,” Elizabeth said happily, showing her the box.
