This didn't mean anything. Cara and Richard knew that.
Off came her leather, her agiels cast aside.
Cara was merely offering her services to the Lord Rahl. It was her duty, and he had looked so tense that night. She hadn't expected him to take her up on the offer.
He moaned out her name as she stripped him of his clothing.
Not that her expectations mattered. Mord-Sith served their Lord in anyway they had to.
He rocked his hips forward and Cara had to bite back a sigh.
This was just a stress-relief session. Richard needed to release some tension, and he couldn't very well do that with Kahlan…
He captured her lips with his and rocked his hips forward again.
They hadn't told Kahlan about this. Richard insisted that what they were doing wasn't something Kahlan needed to know about. She'd just end up hurt, he'd said, so neither of them said a word.
She let herself be pinned to the ground, something she'd never allow with anyone else to do, and felt his hand roam her body.
It wasn't like she was some adulterous mistress. Richard needed her. Kahlan had never objected to her helping Richard on the battle field. This shouldn't be any different.
She could hear his muffled moan of pleasure. His breath was hot on her face.
After all, she didn't do this out of romantic love. Mord-Sith had to love the Lord Rahl, no specifics. Just love.
His hand cupped her face. Their eyes locked.
Cara wasn't in love with him, she really wasn't. The supposed pink tint in her cheeks that Zedd noticed was from the heat. She hadn't been smiling more often, as Kahlan had claimed.
Cara felt her world explode, pleasure coursing through her. Above her, Richard moaned out her name and slumped beside her, his breath coming out in ragged pants, a tired smile on his face.
He always went to Kahlan afterwards. And she didn't mind, honestly. They were meant to be, and she was only his loyal servant. She knew her place.
So why did she feel so confused?