He stroked her with it again, reigniting the fire. He held it against her harder, then relented.
“I—I can’t,” she pleaded.
“Hold your breath,” he commanded.
She did, and to her astonishment, she felt her pleasure climb again.
Her head fell back, exhaling. Lost in bliss.
“I said, hold your breath,” he ordered sharply.
She did, holding her breath and tensing all over.
And again, she shattered.
Her body twitched and shuddered.
With a smile of sin incarnate, he worked her slowly, then harder. He seemed to know exactly what her body needed. On the third time, she started riding his hand, moving her hips to the beat of her pleasure, her climax rolling through her like a wave.
He pressed the orb against her flesh a fourth time, and she was gasping, about to protest that she couldn’t go again. But inexplicably, she felt her pleasure climbagain.
“Caspian,” she breathed, his name a plea on her breath. “What is it, Elizabeth?” he said softly, pulling the orb away from her flesh.
Her body throbbed from the sudden loss of contact. He rubbed the orb up and down her sex, drawing a whimper from her lips.
“What do you need?” His eyes drank in her body writhing beneath him.
“Caspian,” she pleaded. Her toes curled, fingers tightening around the chains holding her in place.
He licked his fingers and wet her sex again, pressing the buzzing orb against her flesh once more, harder.
She moaned, moving her hips into his palm. His silver eyes of flame stared at her, his gaze intense and unblinking.
“Caspian!” she cried as she came. Her body pulsed around him. He held the orb against her skin, as if he was absorbing every twitch and aftershock her body gave.
“Good,” he said, looking pleased. “Good.”
She jerked and twitched, attempting to close her legs.
To her surprise, he finally let her.
He leaned in, brushing her sweat-damp hair from her temple. “I meant every word,” he said darkly. “You’re going to beg me to fuck you before I am through with you.”
Triumph flashed across his eyes before he unshackled her. She watched as he replaced her skirts over her legs, neatly arranging them.
He gathered her blankets, which had somehow ended up on the floor, and placed them on top of her with care. She flushed as he tucked her into bed with a tenderness that confused her. So at odds with the arrogant bastard he had been just moments before.
Every word he uttered, every move he made, was so contradictory that she could do nothing but watch as he rubbed feeling back into each of her hands and placed a kiss on each wrist. He kissed her forehead, his lips lingering on contact.
“Goodnight, Elizabeth, my beauty.”
Candles extinguished on his command, leaving her in darkness.
Chapter 22
Draugr
The next morning, Elizabeth hummed a little tune as she plaited her hair.
