They lay close, recognizing the truth of the last few minutes. This was only the beginning of their fornicating.
His hand glided over her skin, “Pretty, naked lady,” was all he could say. In the fracas—or its aftermath—his shirt and breeches had been discarded so the two were bare as babes against the ground.
Casia hummed and ran her hands though his chest hair relishing the feel of him.
“Why, Sir, does a man like you not have woman at his side to warm you thus? Your captains and your nobles have their mistresses and concubines, I believe even a few wives have been observed here.”
“I look for perfection, Milady, and cannot find it.”
“Sometimes it takes a keen eye to find the right woman. We don’t always look perfect at first glance. You should have seen the bedraggled waif that Nor
