60. Asena
The moment Bernard and the maids leave the room, the air grows thick with intention. Caspian’s hand stays firm on my waist, his forehead still pressed to mine. I can feel Zavian’s gaze on us, heavy and warm. My heart beats fast, but it is not fear. It is want. Pure, aching want.
Caspian kisses me first, deep and slow. His tongue slides against mine, tasting, claiming. I moan softly into his mouth as heat pools low in my belly. When we break apart, his voice is rough. “Tell us if you need to stop, sweetheart. Always.”
“I won’t,” I whisper. “I want this. I want both of you.”
Zavian’s hand tightens on my knee. “Then let us love you.”
Caspian stands and pulls me up with him. In one smooth motion he lifts me onto the edge of the dining table, pushing plates aside. The wood is coo
