Her magic popped the buttons of his quilted coat open one by one. His belt unhooked and fell unnoticed to the floor. Beneath was only his thin white shirt.
Caspian released her, a hot breath tickling her skin. He planted a gentle kiss on the spot that would most certainly be visible by morning. His kisses trailed lower, to her collarbone, to her chest. His hands smoothed over her, coming to feel the swell of her breasts.
The heat of his mouth- curse his tongue- it was dizzying. Her legs wobbled. Sensing the tremor, Caspian’s hand moved to her back, splayed wide to steady her. A delicious groan sounded in his chest as his hot tongue delved into sensitive skin between her breasts.
Her whole body shivered as the pleasure washed over her. The desire was overwhelming her, the need to touch him, to feel his skin warm against her own.
Keira pulled lightly on his hair, and he lifted, releasing her. His eyes were heavy with lust as she pushed off his vest. He followed her motions, slowly, almost trancelike. His outer layers fell to the ground as Keira pulled his shirt free and began to work it over his head. With a single hand, he removed easily, revealing his bare chest.
The power there, the definition of his broad shoulders, his heaving chest. Keira devoured the sensation of him, her nails scoring down his bare arms, leaving red trails over his fair skin. Caspian reached for her, pulling her back into him. Keira drank it in, relishing in the slow, languid tastes before breaking away. His eyes followed her as she kissed his chest, trailing down his body until she was kneeling before him.
“Say my name,” she pleaded. She wanted to hear him say it a thousand times in a thousand ways, but she would start with this, deliciously saturated in need.
“Keira,” he breathed her name, eyes clenching shut as his head fell back against the cavern wall.
That wouldn’t do. Keira raked her fingers down the inside of his thighs. He looked down at her with a nearly crazed look in his wide eyes. She was close enough to see exactly how excited he had become. Keira leaned closer, eyes fixed on his. They grew wider as she parted her lips purposefully. She sighed out a hot breath against his pants, and his cock twitched in response.
“Keira!” His voice cracked.
She straightened, catching his lips, pressing her weight into him. His hands gripped her shoulders tightly, as if trying to keep some handle on his fraying control. He was ready, his breathing hot and shaking. He was on the edge. Keira’s hand trailed down his chest and lower.
Her fingers closed around his length. It was hard as steel, hot enough to burn through the fabric of his pants.
A half choked sigh came from his throat, releasing a shiver down her spine.
Keira pumped once, slowly.
He hissed. “Keira.” His voice was shallow, unhinged.
She moved her thumb purposefully over the head.
His hand darted from her shoulder and gripped her wrist.
She released him, taking the smallest step back.
“Keira- I can’t,” he said, trembling even as he held her away.
“What is it?” Keira studied his features. She didn’t understand. Had she done something wrong? Was he not ready to-
“I- I’m engaged.”
Caspian
“Idon’t understand,” Keira said, retreating another step. “You’reengaged?”
“When I returned home- to Northall, I was supposed to sign the final papers.”
She was looking back at him, expression pained and utterly struck. “What papers? Caspian, what are you talking about?Engaged! To who?”
“Her name is Priscilla- Lady Priscilla of Redfield,” Caspian explained. “She’s from a powerful family. There are formalities before the engagement can be announced, property matters…” He stopped himself. It was clear she was no longer hearing him. It didn’t matter anyway.
Keira shook her head, crossing her arms over her chest. She was still shirtless and clearly uncomfortable. Caspian averted his eyes. “Were you going to tie knots?”
Caspian let out a hot sigh. She was slipping away from him. He couldn’t stand it, especially not over this. “It doesn’t matter anymore,” he insisted.
Keira shot him a burning look. “You were planning to marry her!”
“I’ve only met her a few times. We’ve eaten together twice.”
