Medieval 01 - Untamed

what he sought.
    â€œThe jewel beyond price,” Dominic whispered.
    Meg trembled with the onslaught of pleasure both unexpected and consuming. She tried to speak but her breath broke on a sound of surprise as she convulsed in secret, spilling warmth from her body to Dominic’s hand. The scent of passion swirled around him like a wild caress.
    â€œSandalwood and spice,” he whispered, savoring her again. “Most precious of all perfumes.”
    Pleasure swept through Meg. The ragged sound she made was both Dominic’s name and a question. His answer was another circling, tugging caress that made her body weep passionately once more.
    â€œYou are perfect,” Dominic said huskily. “You are fire that burns me without hurt, and your flames are tipped with diamond tears. What is the heart of your fire like, sweet witch? Will it give me pleasure or pain?”
    Dominic watched Meg, enjoying her passionate shivering while he traced the humid, sleek sheath that cried out to hold his sword. When he probedlightly, her helpless response welled up, caressing him in return, luring him unbearably.
    â€œCoral gates guarding a sacred spring,” Dominic said, sliding deeper into her thrall. “You are truly magic, my Glendruid bride.”
    Meg’s eyes opened slowly. She saw Dominic’s face drawn as though in agony while he watched her with burning silver eyes. Her hands went from his cheeks to the clenched muscles of his torso and from there to his rigid flesh. He shook beneath her tender caresses as though she were flaying him alive.
    â€œYou are in pain,” she said raggedly. “Let me heal you.”
    â€œOnly one thing can heal me.”
    â€œThen I give it to you.”
    With fiercely controlled power, Dominic settled between Meg’s slender legs. He separated her soft gate with his own blunt flesh, forcing himself to press slowly forward despite the waves of passion that pounded through him, demanding a faster release. She was sultry, welcoming, yet so tight he feared hurting her.
    Then he felt the taut veil of virginity and froze. He hadn’t dared believe in her innocence, yet the proof of it was pressing against him right now.
    Dominic’s passion doubled and redoubled in two heartbeats. Sweat glistened on his body as he fought for the self-control he had worked a lifetime to develop.
    Instinctively Meg tried to pull him closer, but he resisted with an easy strength that reminded her just how powerful he was.
    â€œLie still,” Dominic whispered hoarsely against Meg’s neck. “No good will come for either of us if I hurt you.”
    â€œWill it be a greater hurt than John’s fist?”
    â€œNay,” Dominic said, giving Meg’s cheek tender,biting kisses. “Never would I hurt you like that. But you are a virgin. If I press deeper, you will bleed.”
    â€œâ€™Tis the nature of swords to draw blood.”
    â€œOnly once in sensual battle. I promise you, small falcon. Only once.”
    With a sinuous shift of her body, Meg lured Dominic more deeply into her. This time he didn’t pull away. Instead he slipped one hand between their bodies until he could cherish the jewel of her passion with sultry fingertips.
    Meg’s eyes widened as fire shimmered up from Dominic’s touch. Instinctively she raised her hips, rocking against him. He rocked back gently in turn and smiled to see and feel the waves of passion melting her until she moaned and lifted herself again.
    â€œDo you want more?” he asked as he plucked delicately at the living jewel that was set within her softness.
    â€œ Aye . Dominic, I—” Meg’s voice broke.
    â€œHow much more? This much?”
    His fingers stroked, circled, pressed, tugged, until sensual fire licked over Meg with hot golden tongues. She began to writhe beneath him, calling his name, twisting, desperately needing something she sensed waiting just beyond her reach.
    And then it flared all around her, convulsing her subtly, relentlessly, consuming her to her core.
    With a low sound of need held in check too long, Dominic drove into the center of Meg’s golden fire. If she felt any pain it was overwhelmed by the far greater pleasure that came of being joined completely with her warrior, holding him so closely inside her body that she could feel the pulses of his consummation as distinctly as she had felt her own; and his words echoed in the shivering silence that