Medieval 01 - Untamed

sultry mist against his palm. Violent triumph swept through his tensed body and a low groan of need was dragged from his lips.
    Too soon. I must not take her .
    Reluctantly Dominic released the lush fire he had so briefly touched and looked at his unexpectedly sensual wife.
    Meg was staring at him with wide green eyes that still glowed with passion recently ignited. Her lips were red, glistening, parted with shock and pleasure combined. Her breasts rose and fell with each ragged breath she took.
    Dominic longed to see Meg as she was now, sprawled across his lap, but without the dress concealing her hunger for his seed. Just the thought of seeing her naked in languid disarray was enoughto bring him to the edge of bursting. Slowly he began drawing up the silver folds of her dress, wanting to see the moist yielding of her body to his touch, her flesh flushed and glistening, scented by passion.
    â€œDominic—”
    â€œI am your husband,” he said in a low voice. “You can’t become accustomed to being my wife if you cover yourself and lock your legs together like the jaws of a sprung trap. Have I hurt you in any way?”
    â€œN-no.”
    â€œDo you believe I am intent on hurting you tonight?”
    â€œNo,” she whispered.
    â€œThen yield to me what any other husband would simply take.”
    Slowly Meg’s legs relaxed but for the trembling she was helpless to stop.
    Again the silver cloth began its gliding retreat up Meg’s body. The sweet foretaste of triumph brought husky laughter from Dominic as he looked at the graceful arch of Meg’s foot, the feminine curve of her calf, the dimpled knee peeking from the silver cloud of her dress, the creamy thighs, and the lush thicket that was the color of fire.
    She lay within his grasp; it all lay within his grasp, the land and the heirs and the dream of life that had kept him sane during the brutality of the Holy War.
    â€œJohn’s curse was in vain,” Dominic said thickly. “I will have sons of you after all.”
    Sons .
    Even as Meg’s reason told her that it was her duty to bear her husband heirs if she could, her pride cried out at being nothing more than a vessel for Dominic’s ambitions.
    She had felt a wild, sweet fire burning in her soul. He had felt only triumph at seducing her.
    â€œNay!”
    Meg didn’t realize that she had moved until she saw her own hands yanking on her wedding dress, trying to push the wispy folds of cloth back down her legs.
    â€œDon’t be shy,” Dominic said, laughing softly. “Let me see John’s vengeance lying open, swollen with passion, pleading to know the sword within the softness.”
    â€œCount not your victories before you are through the gates!” Meg retorted.
    The coldness of her voice brought Dominic’s glance up to her eyes. For the space of one breath, two breaths, three, husband and angry bride measured one another.
    â€™ Tis just as well. I must not take her , he reminded himself. Not yet. It’s unlikely that such an ardent maid is untouched .
    One thing is certain. Her soft gate hasn’t been often breached. So tightly closed …
    Ah, God’s teeth, it would be a foretaste of paradise to press into that silken sheath!
    Desire hammered through Dominic’s blood, threatening his control. The realization of how close he was to his own limits shocked him as nothing else could have. He dropped the silver cloth as though it burned his fingers.
    â€œNow you know,” he said savagely.
    â€œThat you want my body only to breed heirs? Aye, my cold Norman lord, I know that well!”
    Dominic looked at Meg’s furious face and had to stop himself from spreading her legs and taking what she plainly had been willing to give.
    â€œNay, my passionate witch,” he said. “Now you know the magic of a certain kind of kiss.”
    â€œWhat is that?” she asked sarcastically.
    His hand slid swiftly up beneath her dress once more, overpowering her struggles with casual ease.
    â€œThis,” Dominic said through his teeth. “What was once dry is now wet!”

11
    â€œW HAT ELSE DID S VEN HAVE to say?” Dominic demanded without rising from his bed. “Besides the obvious, of course.”
    Simon gave his brother a sideways look and barely managed to bite off a curt retort. Whatever had put Dominic in such temper likely had to do with the fact that on what should have been his wedding