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his large hands gripping her waist as he took her mouth with his. He pulled her against his body, insistently pressing his arousal against her mound. He ground his hips against hers, making his desires clear. His hunger grew and swelled as her lush curves tempted him with promise. Jerking at the laces of her breeches, he quickly pulled them down over her hips, baring her shapely legs. He turned her swiftly, filling his hands with her hips and driving into her in one forceful trust.
    Her moans were low and throaty, further heightening his lust as he pounded against her. She met him thrust for thrust, swaying into him with equal force, as insatiable and lusty as he. Caden rode her like an untamed mare, one hand fisting in her hair as he pulled her into him and bit down on her shoulder in his passion. Esa’s lusty cries increased, rising in pitch as the honeyed walls of her core began to spasm around him, signaling her completion. He clapped a hand over her mouth as her cries became high-pitched shrieks, stifling the sounds from reaching those gathered just beyond the tents. She shuddered against him and went limp, clutching one of the wooden poles tightly for balance as he finished, slamming into her thrice more before shuddering in his own release, gritting his teeth to bite back the hoarse cry burning in his throat. Tensions left him the moment his seed had spilled, his clenched jaw slackening. His chest heaved with the effort to calm his breathing and he pulled away from Esa, reaching for his linen once more. Wrapping it around his waist, he left the enclosure and crossed the small space between it and his tent.
    He found it blessedly empty. Urien had likely gone off to the feast already and his page would be there as well, filling wine goblets. Quickly, Caden crossed to a basin of water and cleaned himself before finding the clothing Urien had laid out for him. Esa entered the tent behind him, dressed once more, her cheeks a bit flushed. Caden grinned at her unabashed perusal as he slid into a pair of clean braies.
    “Hungry for more ?” he asked when her eyes slid over his well-muscled frame. Esa scowled and turned away, pretending to inspect his now splintered shield. The enamel-plated mountain crest had been completely shattered, the wood itself turned to kindling from the swing of a morningstar during the melee. The weapons they’d used were blunted, but could still cause much damage. His shoulder still ached from the impact, though he had dented Guyar Durville’s halfhelm with his gauntleted fist in return for the splintered shield.
    “You flatter yourself, Caden,” she said coolly.
    Caden chuckled, shaking his head at Esa’s feigned aloofness. They both knew what Esa wanted from him, though he had yet to give it to her. It wasn’t that he did not want to marry. On the contrary, Caden looked forward to the day he would rule Minas Bothe—and all of Daleraia—in his father’s stead, take a lady to wife, and began bearing sons. It was true that of all the ladies in his acquaintance, Esa was the one he most desired, and they’d been lovers for nigh on three years. Caden could not be certain where his reticence came from. He was a knighted warrior and the son of a high lord; he’d sowed more oats than a farmer and was fortunate not to have a string of bastards from Minas Bothe to Seahaven by now. He’d fought in battles, he’d killed men, he’d made love to many women, and he’d done his share of drinking and gambling. There was nothing left to do now but marry, and marry he would.
    As he slid into his breeches, doublet, and surcoat, Caden watched Esa thoughtfully. She was beautiful and strong. He needn’t worry about frightening a blushing maiden on his wedding night if he married her, or the prospect of wedding a child bride ten or twenty years his junior. Though, there was the issue of their childless affair. In the time they had been together, Esa’s womb had never quickened with child. Perhaps if