Bringing her back against him, he reached under her skirts, bringing a hand between her legs. She shuddered. He licked his fingers and brought them against her again. He rubbed her gently, then faster, until she felt pleasure mount.
She grew irritated, thinking it would be impossible for her to come at such an angle. Couldn’t he see that she wanted him already? He didn’t need to tease her anymore.
He seemed not to care for her irritation. He licked his fingers again and moved them harder and faster against her.
A few minutes later, in a state of disbelief, her body tensed and pleasure mounted. She felt like she was about to … she exploded with pleasure underneath his hand.
Caspian buried his face in the crook of her shoulder, and she sagged in his arms. He seemed content to hold her, and she wiggled deeper into his embrace.
“More,” she demanded, pushing against him. How dare he tease her in such a way, then stop?
She felt around behind her and gripped his hardness in her hand.
“So eager for me,” Caspian murmured. He gripped her hair so hard that it was almost painful. She turned, her eyes snapping to his. An evil smirk played about his lips, and he released her.
He bent her over more, arching her back and rubbed himself over her, grazing her over and over again, but not entering her, until she was left trembling with anticipation.
She writhed against him, pleading.
When he finally slipped it in, she cursed.
Slowly, frustratingly slow, he moved against her, sheathing himself to the hilt and stilling. She gave a low moan, and he did it again.
He gripped her hips and brought her against him faster. He bent her over more and she gripped the wall in front of her, darting a look backwards. His stare was intense on hers as he rammed into her from behind. He hit an especially delicious spot, and she let out a low sound, her brows knitting. He felt so good, she felt like she would die if he stopped.
He slowed and brought her back against his chest, and wrapped a hand around her throat.
She gasped as he grinded inside of her, and his grip around her throat tightened. A guttural growl emanated deep from his chest, then he released her, bent her over, and pinned her hands behind her back, slamming his hips against hers.
Panting, she glanced back to watch him, eyes riveted on his burly chest heaving with exertion, and his eyes narrowed in focus.
It felt so impossibly good, she tensed all over, her lips parting.
“Seven Hells, Elizabeth.”
Pleasure climbed to new heights as he went faster.
Just when she thought she couldn’t take anymore, he groaned, pulsing as he came. His head fell back in bliss.
He gave her a lazy smile and hugged her fiercely. She tried to extricate herself from his embrace, but he held firm, refusing to let go.
She wiggled out of his embrace and faced him.
She rearranged her skirts, her cheeks warming as she realized what they had done, in the middle of the courtyard no less.
She patted his pectoral.
“This changes nothing between us,” she said firmly.
She stepped away, bringing the walls back up around her mind.
His magic that had drenched the courtyard in darkness slowly dissipated, the courtyard gardens and castle walls still shrouded in shadows. She strode towards the faint outline of the castle door.
“Elizabeth.”
She stopped in her tracks and glanced back.
He reached towards her, his fingers hesitating, suspended in midair. “Won’t you let me hold you for a moment?”
