Medieval 01 - Untamed

outraged the king of England?”
    â€œNo,” Meg said after a moment. “That would mean war.”
    â€œWould you want a man who cared not for Blackthorne Keep?”
    â€œNay.”
    â€œWould you want a man who couldn’t give you children?”
    â€œNay,” she whispered.
    â€œWould you want a man who didn’t grow hard with hunger for you?”
    Biting her lip, Meg shook her head.
    â€œThen why do you seek a quarrel?” Dominic asked finally. “Do you think I won’t defend and protect the land?”
    She shook her head.
    â€œDo you think I won’t defend and protect my children?”
    â€œNay.”
    â€œDo you think I won’t defend and protect my wife?”
    Two tears slid from Meg’s eyes. Her throat ached so much that it was impossible for her to speak. Slowly she shook her head.
    Dominic’s long, strong fingers eased the last of the laces free. The green silk dress lay open from the nape of Meg’s neck to the shadowed cleft of her hips. He wanted to trace the elegant line of his wife’s body so much that his hands trembled with the fierce rushing of his blood.
    â€œDo you think I am unworthy of you in some way?” Dominic asked, his voice tight with strain.
    â€œNay,” Meg whispered. “Never, my lord Dominic.”
    Her breath came in with a rushing sound as Dominic’s mouth caressed the nape of her neck while his fingers undid the frail fastenings of her underclothes.
    As his mouth worked slowly down her spine, he eased his fingers into the opening of her clothes and caressed her rounded bottom with slow sweeps of his hands. She was warm and smooth, and he wanted nothing more than to pull off his clothes and bury himself in the sultry heat that he knew awaited within her.
    But not yet. First he would hear her crying his name and feel her nails like small talons pricking him into even greater readiness.
    With great care, Dominic traced the tight cleft to the hidden softness beneath. The sound of Meg’s voice breaking on his name made him smile in fierce triumph.
    â€œYes?” he murmured. “Is there something you want?”
    The feel of Dominic’s breath in the naked small of her back made Meg shiver. The exquisitely restrained pressure of his teeth made her heartbeat quicken. The smooth penetration of his finger nearly brought her to her knees.
    â€œYou are so sweet to touch,” Dominic said.
    The feel of his finger testing her depths made Meg moan. Just as Dominic thought he might havehurt her, he felt the pleasure washing through her. Slowly, sensuously, he pressed a second finger into her heat and was rewarded by another searing pulse of response licking over his skin.
    â€œYou come undone for me with such delicious ease,” Dominic said in a voice roughened by passion, “as though you were a lock made only for my key.”
    Meg couldn’t answer, for Dominic was kissing the small of her back less gently now, his mouth and teeth pricking her into shivering awareness as his hand moved between her legs. Suddenly the pressure of his mouth became fierce and he flexed his hand, stretching her.
    Pleasure exploded in Meg, making her sway even as she cried out Dominic’s name. One of his arms came hard around her hips, holding her while he repeated the twin, devastating caresses.
    She came unraveled in a rippling cry that inflamed him as much as the hot, hidden upwelling of her response. Again he bit her flesh with sensual care as he penetrated her, expanding her supple sheath so that she would be able to receive him without pain.
    â€œ Dominic ,” Meg said, sagging against his strength. “I can’t stand.”
    Reluctantly, he began to retreat from Meg’s welcoming body, only to discover that he didn’t want to release her. Hearing her cries, feeling her softness, smelling her unique perfume…he wanted more of these things, not less.
    â€œOnce more, sweet witch. Just once.”
    Before Meg could reply, she felt Dominic’s mouth like a passionate brand at the base of her spine. Then he was within her again, pressing sensually, making her bones turn to fire. With a low moan she trembled as liquid heat drenched her.
    Dominic made a thick sound of triumph. Slowly he rose to his feet, dragging yet more cries from Meg as he caressed every bit of her even as he retreated. When she swayed against him, he caught her with an arm just beneath her breasts.