Sir Kaefin wasn't a small man, in fact, it would be a miracle he could still fit into his armor if anyone ever required it of him. His dark hair hung in greasy ringlets and his breath smelled strongly of last night's wine when he forced himself up against Ashlynn, pinning her to the wall outside Owain's chambers.
The plate of bread and butter that she'd brought with her clattered to the floor, knocked from her hands with a sweep of Sir Kaefin's powerful arm.
"Pretty little thing to be peeping on your lord and his lady aren't you," Kaefin said, his gaze roaming over Ashlynn's generous curves. Thick, sausage-like fingers traced along her jaw as he turned her head to meet her gaze, his deep-set eyes staring into hers from inches away.
"But you don't have to listen when there's a big strong knight right here," he added, pressing his body up against hers. "I can teach you to make those sounds yourself."
