I rolled my nipple, bit down hard on my lip to contain my gasp, and arched against his hand.
“Good lass,” he’d murmured, the heel of his palm making small circles, delicious pressure against my clitoris as he curled his fingers.
My climax exploded over me. Unable to help the whimper that escaped my lips, I turned away from him, curling my legs up, allowing my body to spasm and twitch as the pleasure rolled through my limbs.
Just as my inner muscles began to relax, I felt him shift.
“Lillian?” He sounded confused, as if just waking. “What’s amiss?”
“Naught,” I managed to choke, as I rolled out of the bed and stood on shaking legs. “Everything is well. I’ll start the porridge.”
Aye, there were many things I’d become used to, but I still wasn’t certain where I stood with Kragorn. I was his prisoner, his captive, a female he could touch and use any way he wanted. And I…
Iwanted that.
I wanted him. I wanted him to touch me, to use me. I wanted to be—not justuseful, butused. I wanted him to slake his own lust. I’d bathed him often enough to see and know his cock; I’d even touched it. ‘Twas thick and ridged, just as his tongue was, and the thought of such a thing entering me…
I shuddered, dropping the spoon into the cauldron as I attempted to stir the porridge.
Aye, damn me.
I wanted that. I wantedhim.
I wanted him totakeme, to fill me with that cock, to make mehis, the way he kept claiming I was.
If I were his captive, then I wanted to belong to him in every way, to assuage this ache, this uncertainty.
And hewashealed.
The day came when Nan gave her blessing to remove the sling. I don’t think I was the only one holding my breath as I reached around Kragorn’s head to untie the knot in the material we’d been using.
But while my arms were around his shoulders—aye, there was no other way to describe it—he turned his head. Just slightly, as he’d done all those weeks ago in my father’s dungeon. He turned his head, and his lips brushed against my temple.
I stilled.
He’d kissed me that night before my father’s men had attacked, the night I’d come apart in his arms for the first time. If I tipped my head just slightly, I’d be able to brush my lips against his again. I’d be able to recapture that delicious sensation.
I felt him exhale.
“Lillian,” he breathed, and I was reminded of the way he’d said my name the morning I’d gyrated beneath his hand. Had he truly been sleeping then?
Swallowing down my body’s response, I hurried to complete my task before his grandmother noticed my distraction then hobbled away from Kragorn. ‘Twas difficult. From the way he shifted in his chair, his gaze not leaving me, I wondered if ‘twas difficult for him as well.
“Let’s see yer arm, laddie,” Nan instructed, grabbing his wrist and twisting it this way and that. “Nae pain? Nae soreness?”
His lips tugged into a frown. “Well, it doesnae feelgoodwhen ye do that, Nan.”
“Do not hurt him,” I blurted, lunging forward. When did I find the audacity to put myself between my captor and his grandmother? Judging from the smirk Nan sent me, she wasn’t offended, but I felt myself pale as I realized what I’d done.
“I mean…” I dropped my gaze. “I am certain he just needs a few more days to heal…”
Forgetsmirk; Nan burst into outright chuckles as she dropped Kragorn’s arm and moved away to collect the sling and a few of her things.
“Well, I can tell he’s under good protection, lassie, so I’ll leave ye to it. Just keep watching over him, aye? If he needs aught…”
She likely wanted me to assure her I would come fetch her. But I’d been caring for him for weeks now, had I not? I gripped my fingers together and found myself backing toward him.
“I will do whatever he needs me to do.”
