She should definitely not be doing this here, even if they will not be discovered. For one thing, there is a settee not that far away, and for another, a set of doors leads through an adjoining corridor into her new bedchamber.

She doesn't want to fuck him in her uncle's bed. It feels... She doesn't even like to sleep there. Bringing a man to bed where she doesn't even like to lie herself does not feel right.

Letting Eskel hoist her up onto the desk so he can step between her spread knees feels a lot better.

"I thought perhaps you had died," she confesses between kisses, fully aware now is probably not the time for discussing this but being unable to help herself. "When I did not hear of you. It saddened me."