Medieval 01 - Untamed

through clenched teeth.
    â€œI—”
    He began to retreat. The hidden caress of flesh against flesh drew a shudder of pleasure from Meg. The secret rain that followed eased his presence within her. Carefully he pressed forward again. This time the breathless sounds she made came of pleasure rather than surprise.
    When Dominic would have retreated once more, her legs tightened around his hips, locking him close. The gesture undid him. With a low cry he began moving deeply within Meg, measuring himself and her with quickening motions.
    A strange glittering sensation went from Meg’sbreastbone to the pit of her stomach. Shivering, crying softly, she moved with Dominic, reinforcing the shimmering pressure caressing her. She felt her hips lifted in his big hands, felt the raw power of his body, felt the sensual tension spiraling quickly out of control between them.
    Meg’s nails dug heedlessly into Dominic’s muscular shoulders as she called his name on a rising note of urgency. His answer was a thrust that would have hurt her moments before, but not now. Now she was soft and hot, shivering and crying her release as her warrior poured himself deep into her welcoming body.
    When Meg finally could breathe again without having each breath break over the echoes of ecstasy still rippling through her, she opened her eyes.
    Dominic was watching her as though uncertain of her mood.
    â€œAre you all right?” he asked in a low voice.
    Meg started to answer, shivered in remembered pleasure, and whispered, “Aye.”
    â€œI didn’t hurt you?”
    â€œYou are rather, er, formidable,” she said. “But you didn’t hurt me.”
    â€œAre you certain? I meant to take you far more gently,” Dominic said. “You have a baffling effect on my self-control.”
    â€œYou didn’t hurt me. Rather the opposite. You gave me great pleasure.”
    While Meg spoke, she leaned forward to kiss Dominic. The motion shifted him within her. Her eyes opened and her breath broke as bright splinters of ecstasy pierced her.
    Dominic felt Meg’s response as clearly as she did, for her soft depths caressed him with each flick of ecstasy’s silken whip. His eyes narrowed at the sudden, savage rush of his blood. Without separating their bodies, he lifted her and carried her to the bed.
    â€œDon’t leave me yet,” Meg whispered, holding him.
    His breath wedged. “Do you like having me within you?”
    â€œAye.”
    She trembled with a backlash of pleasure as Dominic lay full length above her, bracing his weight on his elbows. Even his smallest movement sent hot shards of sensation through her, for he was full and hard once more.
    â€œDid I not please you?” Meg asked.
    â€œYou pleased me until I could barely stand.”
    She moved tentatively. “Did I? But you still feel quite…ready.”
    â€œNot still. Again.”
    Her eyes widened. “It has not been half an hour.”
    Dominic laughed and moved again within Meg, savoring every bit of her warmth, drawing forth a scented rain of pleasure. Slowly he retreated. When he returned, he let her feel his weight and power. The intense, gliding friction set her afire.
    â€œWarrior,” Meg breathed.
    The heavy pressure within her redoubled, filling her to bursting, seducing her with ecstasy until she could no longer think, only feel. She tried to tell him how good it felt to lie joined with him, moving as he moved, sharing breath and body, but all that came from her lips was a rippling cry of ecstasy.
    Dominic laughed with pleasure and the strength coursing through him, a power enhanced and freed by the girl who even now was convulsing sweetly beneath him. He bent and drank her small cries from her lips, gliding and retreating, returning and withdrawing and returning again until her cries became sharp, urgent, almost frightened.
    â€œDominic?” Meg asked raggedly.
    â€œHold on to me. This time you will soar very high.”
    â€œWhat of—you?”
    â€œI will be with you. Fly, small falcon. Fly all the way to the sun.”

24
    S IMON STOOD AT THE GATEHOUSE door, watching the swirls and currents of people around the big meadow where the funeral feast and games had been set up in “honor” of John of Carlysle, deceased lord of Blackthorne Keep. The last of the jousts were being prepared. Thus far, Blackthorne Keep had defeated all but two of the Reevers. Not