eyes still closed, he yanked that portion of her shift off of her right shoulder, exposing the right breast, and he began to suckle back and forth between the two.
Caught up in the maelstrom, Madelayne braced herself against his shoulders as he suckled from both breasts. He was creating such a fire within her that it was an extreme test of her willpower not to give in to his power. Back by the table, Dolwyd said something about retrieving more medicines from his chamber and she heard the door shut behind him, but her mind was in such a state that she really didn’t hear what he said. She was singularly focused on Kaspian as he drained her breasts and trying very hard not to climax. But it was a monumental struggle. At one point, he suckled her hard enough to cause her to gasp. He froze.
“Did I hurt you?” he asked huskily.
Madelayne was startled by the sound of his voice, as if reminding her that he was conscious and aware. She’d gone the past five days in a fantasy world where only she was aware of the intimacy of their act.
“A little,” she admitted. “They are rather tender”
They , as in her breasts. Kaspian immediately took his hands away from her. “I apologize,” he said. “I… I believe I have had enough. Thank you, my lady.”
Quickly, Madelayne covered herself up and climbed out of the bed, keeping her back turned to him as he watched. Kaspian’s gaze trailed down her torso, thinking of the curves and sweet skin the fabric covered up and feeling like a monster for thinking such thoughts.
“Mayhap we should speak on a few things now that I am coherent,” he said to her. “It seems that quite a bit has happened since I was rendered unconscious.”
Madelayne finished tying up the top of her shift and pulled her robe over her body, covering herself up, as she turned to him.
“Aye,” she said honestly. “A good deal has.”
He shifted on the bed, realizing he was very sore from having lain in one position for some time. He tried to find a comfortable spot.
“First,” he said. “Who returned from Beeston? Where are my knights?”
Madelayne thought on the question as she went to sit on a stool next to the table. “Thomas, Reece, and Ewan returned,” she said. “Thomas has been in command but it is my understanding that he sent a missive to the king to inform him of your injuries and Cairn’s passing.”
Kaspian thought on that. “Good,” he said. “When I am finished with you, I shall want to speak with Thomas. You will send him to me.”
“Aye, my lord.”
He looked at her for a moment, thinking many different things. Mostly, he was focusing on Madelayne and her situation. For Cairn’s sake, he needed to be concerned with the widow.
“Let us discuss you,” he said. “Please let me once again express my sorrow at Cairn’s passing. I do not have many friends but I considered Cairn one. His death leaves me greatly saddened.”
Madelayne looked to her hands, fidgeting. “As it leaves me.”
“And the passing of your child,” he said quietly. “Quite terrible.”
“Aye, my lord.”
His gaze lingered on her lowered head. “What do you intend to do now?” he asked. “With Cairn gone, surely you have plans.”
Her head came back up to look at him. “Plans?” she repeated, somewhat confused. “I do not know what you mean.”
“What will you do now? Where will you go?”
Madelayne had no idea. “I… I do not know,” she said. “I had not thought on it. I have no family other than my father and he was more than happy to be rid of me when Cairn and I married. I have not spoken with him in two years. But… but I suppose I should return to him. There is no need for me to remain at Lavister. Surely you do not want a widowed woman hanging about.”
Kaspian realized that he didn’t like the idea of her leaving. “You and Lady Allington-More have been my chatelaines for the past few years,” he said. “Lavister is very well run thanks to the two of you. I
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