Eleanor stirred. Her body felt oddly stiff. At first, she thought it was due to her still healing injuries, then she recalled what she and Caine had done. Her face felt as if it was on fire as she remembered his every touch and caress.
What had she been thinking?
Arthur had made certain she feared intimacy. Yet, the way Caine touched her had been so different, alien, to anything she experienced. Was that why she hadn’t rejected his advances? Even when he entered her, it was completely different. Did he do it on purpose?
“Shh, baby. It’s early,” Caine muttered in her ear. “You can sleep more.”
His embrace tightened, and she suddenly became acutely aware of his body pressed against hers. He was always careful not to put pressure on her body, but it was also firm and comforting.
“Caine?
