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suckling at her breasts and she had come to look forward to it. He may have been delirious, but there was an innate sense in him that cuddled up to her every time she fed him, his powerful arms going about her and his heated mouth on her nipples. It had been cozy and intimate.
He would lick her, too, lapping at her nipples to harden them so he could feed. It was so incredibly personal that she was now coming to have trouble separating her duty from her want. Twice, in fact, his suckling had caused her to climax without him so much as touching the dark curls between her legs. His suckling had so highly aroused her that her sensitive body had responded in kind. Even thinking about him suckling on her made her feel warm and giddy, wanting that heady human contact. God’s Bones, it was wrong. It was so very wrong and she knew it. But she was coming to crave it nonetheless.
Upon the heels of those thoughts came the guilt she’d been wrestling with for five days as well, guilt over Cairn’s death. She felt horrible that she was experiencing excitement with another man so soon after Cairn’s death, even if that excitement was in the course of her attempts to help the man. She felt disrespectful to Cairn’s memory, tortured by her sexual response to St. Hèver’s mouth upon her breasts, but the fact of the matter was that Cairn never gave her such excitement. She had been fond of him, as one would be fond of a friend, but there had never been anything more than that. She’d never loved him. He’d never given her the sensations that St. Hèver had.
Still, she had to mourn the man. She couldn’t simply sully his memory by thinking lustful thoughts of another man, and her duty to Cairn, at the moment, was very strong even if her body felt no such loyalty. Therefore, she found herself in a torn and terrible position.
“St. Hèver,” Dolwyd said, breaking whatever the spell of silence between Madelayne and Kaspian held. “If you can take some nourishment now, do it. I must give you more rotten tea and it goes down easier if there is something already in your belly.”
Kaspian simply nodded, looking to Madelayne almost apologetically. She forced a wan smile. “You and I have been doing this for the better part of a week,” she said. “You were simply unaware. If it helps to close your eyes so you cannot see me, then close them.”
He frowned. “Why would I not want to see you?” he said. “Although I will admit this feels a bit… strange.”
Madelayne nodded in understanding. “I have had five days to overcome the strangeness,” she said. “You have not. I simply tell myself that Cairn would have wanted this and it is much easier for me to do my duty. Mayhap if you think the same thing, it will go easier for you as well.”
He wasn’t sure what to say to her. She was speaking as if this were a very reluctant chore, which he took as an insult. He knew he shouldn’t feel that way, but he couldn’t help it. He could see that she didn’t feel nearly the same attraction to this duty that he did so he was coming to think that perhaps she had something against him personally. She is in mourning , he told himself. Of course she would think this distasteful.
So he closed his eyes and lay there, listening to her fumble with the top of her shift. Something warm and sweet was put to his lips and he immediately latched on, suckling firmly, drawing out her sweet liquid. He couldn’t help the hand that lifted, going to her breast, squeezing and kneading it. God’s Bones, it was the most wonderful sensation in the world, and she was sweet and soft beneath his calloused hand. He could feel himself becoming aroused.
Is she trembling ? He swore he could feel her quiver and it fed the lust he was trying so hard to keep at bay. He squeezed harder, putting the palm of his hand against her other breast, through the material, and rubbing at it. He could hear her gasp as that nipple, stimulated, began to leak milk and with his
He would lick her, too, lapping at her nipples to harden them so he could feed. It was so incredibly personal that she was now coming to have trouble separating her duty from her want. Twice, in fact, his suckling had caused her to climax without him so much as touching the dark curls between her legs. His suckling had so highly aroused her that her sensitive body had responded in kind. Even thinking about him suckling on her made her feel warm and giddy, wanting that heady human contact. God’s Bones, it was wrong. It was so very wrong and she knew it. But she was coming to crave it nonetheless.
Upon the heels of those thoughts came the guilt she’d been wrestling with for five days as well, guilt over Cairn’s death. She felt horrible that she was experiencing excitement with another man so soon after Cairn’s death, even if that excitement was in the course of her attempts to help the man. She felt disrespectful to Cairn’s memory, tortured by her sexual response to St. Hèver’s mouth upon her breasts, but the fact of the matter was that Cairn never gave her such excitement. She had been fond of him, as one would be fond of a friend, but there had never been anything more than that. She’d never loved him. He’d never given her the sensations that St. Hèver had.
Still, she had to mourn the man. She couldn’t simply sully his memory by thinking lustful thoughts of another man, and her duty to Cairn, at the moment, was very strong even if her body felt no such loyalty. Therefore, she found herself in a torn and terrible position.
“St. Hèver,” Dolwyd said, breaking whatever the spell of silence between Madelayne and Kaspian held. “If you can take some nourishment now, do it. I must give you more rotten tea and it goes down easier if there is something already in your belly.”
Kaspian simply nodded, looking to Madelayne almost apologetically. She forced a wan smile. “You and I have been doing this for the better part of a week,” she said. “You were simply unaware. If it helps to close your eyes so you cannot see me, then close them.”
He frowned. “Why would I not want to see you?” he said. “Although I will admit this feels a bit… strange.”
Madelayne nodded in understanding. “I have had five days to overcome the strangeness,” she said. “You have not. I simply tell myself that Cairn would have wanted this and it is much easier for me to do my duty. Mayhap if you think the same thing, it will go easier for you as well.”
He wasn’t sure what to say to her. She was speaking as if this were a very reluctant chore, which he took as an insult. He knew he shouldn’t feel that way, but he couldn’t help it. He could see that she didn’t feel nearly the same attraction to this duty that he did so he was coming to think that perhaps she had something against him personally. She is in mourning , he told himself. Of course she would think this distasteful.
So he closed his eyes and lay there, listening to her fumble with the top of her shift. Something warm and sweet was put to his lips and he immediately latched on, suckling firmly, drawing out her sweet liquid. He couldn’t help the hand that lifted, going to her breast, squeezing and kneading it. God’s Bones, it was the most wonderful sensation in the world, and she was sweet and soft beneath his calloused hand. He could feel himself becoming aroused.
Is she trembling ? He swore he could feel her quiver and it fed the lust he was trying so hard to keep at bay. He squeezed harder, putting the palm of his hand against her other breast, through the material, and rubbing at it. He could hear her gasp as that nipple, stimulated, began to leak milk and with his
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