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The desperate groan in response… Caspian didn’t realize at first that it had come from him Nor could he comprehend why his eyes had rolled back at the feel of her nose tracing his skin Catching her close to hi just where she should, he let her sniff and settle

Where her little hands began a tentative exploration of chest and shoulders, his gripped all the harder So coaxed him onto his back, and fro his features

He wasn’t a handso his way to the top But she didn’t look at hily, either

She just saw acapitulation with a few soft touches and a sniff

Cupping his stubbled cheek in her palm, she met his eyes

Didn’t she know Os? Had she never learned her place?

Why had he not shaved before co to her so his week-old beard wasn’t between her soft skin and his scars?

The ave hiht fron It didn’t take a genius to grasp that the sweep of her hands ratitude

The pretty ht

Caspian should not have relished this as ritty with raw desire “Be a good girl and show me”

Her hands settled gently on his chest, the ain their eyes met, hers timid and unsure

She purred, the light trill of music only for him

Next, her fingers went into his hair, co until he shuddered They traveled lower to knead the bones of his neck, to discover the swell of his shoulders, until she could reach no further under his coat

“Kiss me”

Her purr stuttered, but she lowered her head anyway

Insulted, Caspian’s hand flew to her hair Taking a grip near the root, he held her lips inches away and growled, “You don’t want to kiss me”

It was not a question She didn’t want to kiss hi to suspect she didn’t want to be anywhere near him