Medieval 01 - Untamed

red-gold nest that so tempted him. A primitive hunger lanced through his body. His hands slid up her thighs until he could touch the soft, sultry flesh that gave him so much pleasure.
    â€œBut we should have the privacy of a bolted door,” he said. “There are things I want…”
    â€œWhat things?”
    His only answer was another look at her and a silence that was hotter than fire.
    Meg listened. No sounds came but those from the great hall below, where knights drank and boasted of their prowess in battle.
    â€œNo one comes,” she said.
    â€œIf we stay, it will be at your peril,” Dominic said.
    â€œâ€™Tis great danger for me here,” Meg agreed with a smile. “I can feel it like a mighty sword against my body.”
    Dominic gave a crack of laughter. Even though he knew he should make himself go the short distance to Meg’s rooms, he wasn’t sure he could. He was on fire for his passionate Glendruid witch.
    â€œThere are things I heard of among the Saracens that intrigued me,” Dominic murmured, looking hungrily from Meg’s eyes to the place where their bodies would soon be joined, “but I was never tempted to try them until now.”
    â€œWhat things?” Meg asked again.
    â€œWays for lovers to tease and pleasure and finally ease, but only after they scream with the sweet torture.”
    Meg’s eyelids half lowered. “’Tis shameless of me, but I must confess to curiosity.”
    â€œAye, witch. I can see your curiosity.” Dominic’s smile was dark and fully male. “I shall take great pleasure in satisfying it…and you.”
    The ball of his thumb probed the lush nest between Meg’s thighs. When he brushed against the nub hidden within, she flinched with unexpected pleasure.
    â€œYou are very sensitive,” he said.
    Meg shivered.
    â€œMy thumb is too hard,” Dominic said in a low voice. “I believe my tongue would be better suited to polish the living jewel of your passion.”
    The startled look on Meg’s face made Dominic laugh softly despite the heavy, relentless beat of desire in his body.
    â€œAye, witch. You begin to understand.”
    The sight of her nipples taut with arousal and the passionate flush of her body made him want to shout with triumph and hunger. He cupped her breasts in his hands and prodded the nipples sensuously, dragging a cry from her. The cry became a shattered sound of desire when his long index finger caressed down her belly and slid deeply within.
    â€œI want you,” he said simply.
    â€œI am yours to take.”
    â€œYes,” he whispered. “I can feel the truth of your generosity. I have never known anything like you.”
    â€œIt is you, not I.”
    â€œIt is both.” A shudder ran the length of Dominic’s powerful body. “This time you shall scream with pleasure, my sensuous witch. I swear it.”
    â€œWhat of you? Will you teach me how to give you that much pleasure?”
    Dominic groaned. “I shouldn’t.”
    But he finally did.

26
    â€œA RE YOU READY TO GO HAWKING this morning?” Dominic asked in a low voice. “Or is my beautiful falcon still tender?”
    The shuttered sensuality of Dominic’s eyes made Meg blush. It had been two days since she had bathed her warrior husband and discovered just how potent and demanding a lover he could be.
    Before that afternoon, Dominic had held back much of himself. Meg hoped he would never do so again. She had discovered she was every bit as demanding a lover as he was.
    â€œI was tender only for a morning,” Meg whispered. “A bath set me right again.”
    The lazy gleam of his eyes deepened into a hungry blaze. He touched her smile with the tip of his finger, then brushed his mouth over hers.
    â€œThere is indeed magic in your baths, sweet witch,” he whispered against her lips. “We shall try one again after hawking.”
    Meg’s breathless agreement did little to cool Dominic’s blood. The temptation to deepen the kiss was very great, but he suspected if he did, the only hawk that would get flown that day would be avery special Glendruid falcon.
    Reluctantly Dominic lifted his head and looked intently into his wife’s unusual green eyes. They appeared as clear and untroubled as sacred springs. Yet each night he spent with her, she awoke at least once chilled and shaking.
    Last night had been no different.
    Why