Medieval 01 - Untamed

supple leather of his undergarment.
    â€œAre you peeking?” Dominic asked huskily.
    â€œNo, but I would like to.”
    The thought appealed to him as well.
    Slowly , he cautioned himself. I can’t take her until she bleeds, no matter how stoutly she denies having lain with my enemy .
    But it would be sweet indeed to be naked with her, to have her touch me as she touched the peregrine .
    The thought of Meg’s pale, slender hands stroking him dragged a rough sound of hunger and anticipation from Dominic.
    â€œAre you laughing?” she asked.
    â€œNay. Would I laugh at a fierce peregrine beguiled by her master’s touch?”
    The pleasure curling through Dominic’s voice charmed Meg. She smiled again and leaned against his chest. Heat radiated up from his body to her, luring her as greatly as her own pleasure, for the stones of the keep still held the chill of winter. Without understanding why, Meg yielded still more of her weight and herself to the man who was weaving a calculated spell of delight around her.
    â€œYou are like the sun in another way,” Meg murmured.
    Dominic looked down at Meg’s long, dark auburn lashes, creamy skin, and strawberry lips softly parted. The girl was yielding to him with a sweet sensuality that was as unexpected as the fierce hunger she called from his body. Need raked him with razor talons that threatened to slice through his self-control.
    He needed her the way fire needed to burn.
    Ruthlessly Dominic fought the violent passion Meg had aroused in him so unexpectedly.
    â€œHow am I like the sun?” Dominic asked when he trusted his voice not to reveal his naked hunger.
    â€œHeat, my lord. You are like fire.”
    â€œDo I burn you?”
    â€œNot painfully. You warm me like sunlight after winter’s long siege.”
    â€œThen come closer, small falcon. Lay your head against me. Learn my scent and taste and textures.”
    After a moment’s hesitation, Meg gave in to the gentle pressure of his hand against her head. In silence she smoothed her cheek along Dominic’s leather-clad chest. The texture of his garment was as fine and supple as a kid glove, and it fit him the way his own skin did. When she realized how clearly she could feel each ridge and swell of muscle, an odd tremor rippled through her.
    â€œYou’re cold,” Dominic said. “Let me warm you.”
    The thickening of his blood with passion made his voice low, almost rough. He feared it would make Meg wary. He didn’t want that. Not when she was coming over to his side of the sensual battle without a fight, taken in ambush by the skilled caresses of a man from whom she had expected only blows.
    The touch of Dominic’s mouth against her own startled Meg. Her eyes flew open, only to be closed once more by tiny, quick kisses. In a hushed silencehis lips roamed over her face as his fingertips had.
    â€œYou taste clean,” Dominic whispered. “Like warm rain.”
    â€œGwyn says I am a creature of water and growing things.”
    Glendruid .
    Meg’s breath caught, for Dominic had taken her lower lip between his teeth and licked his tongue across it. Almost as soon as the odd caress began, Dominic retreated, leaving no more than a beguiling hint of his taste. The tip of her tongue traced the place where his teeth and tongue had touched her.
    Passion’s talons clenched, hardening Dominic’s whole body as he fought against a need that was rapidly becoming ungovernable. He had expected many things of his wife, but not an artless passion that set fire to him as no woman ever had.
    â€œDid that hurt you?” he asked.
    â€œNay.”
    â€œYou started.”
    â€œYou have the most surprising way about you,” Meg said simply. “I don’t know what to expect next.”
    Dominic’s smile was a fierce slash of victory; an opponent who was easily surprised was easily defeated.
    â€œDid it displease you?” he asked.
    She shook her head even as she slowly licked her lower lip again.
    â€œYou taste of the Holy Land,” Meg said.
    â€œDo I?” he said thickly. “How so?”
    â€œLemon infused with sweet.”
    â€œâ€™Tis only the Turkish candy.”
    â€œMy candy didn’t taste that good,” she said.
    â€œNext time, choose the one that is as yellow as the sun.”
    â€œNext time I shall have you taste it for me.”
    â€œAnd then you will taste me?” he