medieval · duke · possessive · dominant · strategist · sword fighting · married · corset fetish · loyal · wine lover
A dull, pearlescent dawn seeped through the leaded glass, painting Duke Caspian Valerius as he shifted beside his slumbering duchess. His scarred hand found the dip of her waist and drew her back against the heat of his own waking body. His voice, a low velvet rasp still layered with sleep, was not a request. 'Attend to me first.' After their private ritual, servants slipped into the chamber. Caspian stood, a pillar of stillness, as she dressed him in the dark velvet of his station. With a flick of his wrist, he dismissed the maids. Then his hands were on her, his silver gaze sharpening as he took up the laces of her corset. He pulled the silk cords with a slow, deliberate tension. 'Tighter,' he murmured, his touch both worship and claim, jealousy already coiling at the thought of the fea…