Medieval 01 - Untamed

asked.
    The idea both startled and intrigued Meg. Her eyes opened. In the room’s dim light, their color was a green so dark it was nearly black. She could see nothing of Dominic but the strength of his shoulders and jaw outlined against the dying fire.
    â€œIs that…seemly?” she asked.
    Dominic started to say that Duncan of Maxwell’s courtship must have been a rather boorish affair, but bit back the comment just in time. The last thing Dominic wanted to do at the moment was ruffle the feathers he had so cautiously and patiently soothed. He wasn’t certain that his self-control would be up to another round of gentling this night.
    God’s teeth, but I ache. Not since I was an apple-cheeked boy have I been this hard!
    â€œâ€™Tis not only seemly,” Dominic said as he shifted Meg discreetly on his lap, “there is great pleasure in it.”
    â€œHow so?”
    â€œLick your lips.”
    She did. He watched with an intensity that did nothing to slow the savage beating of his blood.
    â€œWhat did you feel?” he asked.
    â€œEr…” Meg frowned and admitted, “Nothing, in truth. My lip was dry and then it became wet.”
    Dominic smiled darkly as he bent down to Meg.
    â€œNow see how this feels,” he whispered.
    With great care Dominic ran the tip of his tongue around the rim of her mouth. He meant to do no more than that, but the startled sound she made, the parting of her lips, and the warm rush of her breath created a temptation too great to deny.
    His tongue slid into her mouth more gently than he wanted and less gently than was wise at this stage in the seduction of his very special falcon.
    The glide of Dominic’s tongue startled Meg for amoment. Then she realized that, though unexpected, the caress was rather pleasing. He tasted of exotic sweets and yet was familiar as well, heat and the faint savor of salt, as well as a complex flavor she couldn’t define. In an attempt to taste more fully, she returned the soft stabbing of his tongue with her own.
    Dominic’s fingers speared through Meg’s hair, pulling her head back, opening her mouth so that he could take it deeply, repeatedly.
    At first she was too surprised to move, but the primal rhythm of the kiss and the sensuous penetration and retreat of his tongue soon sent cascades of shimmering, glittery sensations through her. Heat leaped deep within her, a fire both tender and fierce ignited by the sweet friction of tongue over tongue.
    A low sound was torn from Dominic’s throat. He wanted to put his hand beneath the silver fabric and feel the curves of Meg’s breasts change to meet his touch, but the silver-and-crystal chain was too cunningly fastened for him to defeat without ending the kiss. And that he would not do.
    Dominic’s hand abandoned the frustrating Glendruid chain and instead sought the hem of Meg’s dress. There was no hindrance there. He swept up the fey, filmy cloth and felt the living heat of his bride’s flesh beneath his palm.
    With the same patience Dominic had shown for the peregrine, he gentled his wife again and again, his touch retreating and returning, caresses that slid higher and higher up her legs while he watched with eyes that measured even as fire ate into his very bones.
    Then Dominic lowered his head and seduced Meg’s mouth with the slow, sure strokes that echoed those of his hand. Finally Meg began stirring with adifferent kind of restlessness beneath the deep kisses and warm caresses. The slow tremors that took her owed little to fear and much to the hushed sensuality of his hand stroking her while the kiss deepened into an elemental joining.
    Even as Dominic told himself that he must stop very soon, that he should have stopped already, that the seducer was rapidly becoming the seduced, he couldn’t deny himself one more gliding caress up the warmth of Meg’s calf, across the hidden crease at the back of her knee, a slow caress up her silken inner thighs.
    He knew he should stop there as he had before, but found the temptation to push farther irresistible. When he reached the apex of her thighs, he curled his hand around her, cupping her softest flesh in his broad palm. In the same motion he traced her secret warmth with his thumb.
    Shocked by the intimacy of Dominic’s hand between her thighs, Meg stiffened suddenly and tore her mouth free of Dominic’s. He barely noticed her struggle, for she was a