He makes a low, rough sound as her fingers press into his bare skin. The Kings and Queens of Narnia carry a good deal of polish and politeness, genteel manners and proper conduct, but beneath it all they are, each and every one, Sons and Daughters of Adam and Eve, and the Sons of Adam have ever wanted more.

As he wants, now. His finger squeeze gently around her and he rolls her nipple between two fingers, then lifts his head and shifts down along her body to set his mouth over the tip of her breast, caring nothing for the fabric between his mouth and her skin.