Medieval 01 - Untamed

tremble with low sounds. Meg cast a worried look at the long slit of the window. More cloud than blue sky showed.
    â€œHurry,” Meg said. “A storm threatens.”
    â€œIndeed. It has already overtaken me.”
    Dominic’s fingers stretched, circled her buttocks, and flexed deeply. Meg gave a startled cry as heat shot through her body, weakening her knees.
    â€œSo,” he whispered. “It is the same for you.”
    â€œW-what?”
    â€œLying with me at night as we once did, breathing my breath, sharing my warmth…You have sunk through my skin to the marrow of my bones. You are a fire in me, Meg.”
    She started to answer, but his hands flexed again, sending lightning strokes of heat through her body. As she moaned, she saw the blaze in his eyes and knew that he was right; somewhere in the long nights they had lain chastely together heat had begun to burn deeply within her.
    â€œAnd I have become a fire in you,” Dominic said, savoring the moan he had drawn from Meg’s throat. “We will burn together. We will burn….”
    â€œDominic,” she whispered.
    Before Meg could say another word, his mouth covered hers and his tongue sought hers in an intimate duel that lasted until she was breathless, leaning heavily against him, lost to the kiss. She had never known anything like the pleasure Dominic gave her. She had no defenses against it. Nor had she any defense against the Glendruid hope that burned as fiercely as desire within her.
    Surely love is possible. Surely …
    After a time Meg began to struggle against the embrace. Reluctantly Dominic lifted his head and looked down at Meg’s flushed cheeks. Her breath was rapid and her nipples stood like small pebbles against the soft cloth.
    â€œWhy do you fight me?” he asked in a deep voice.
    â€œNot you. The cloth. I want to stroke your hair, but I’m trapped like a fish in a net.”
    The sight of Meg’s hard nipples so intrigued Dominic that it took a moment for him to realize that he had indeed wrapped her so tightly in the drying cloth that her arms were imprisoned at her sides.
    â€œDo you want to pet me like Black Tom?” he asked. “Head to heels and back again? Will you run your cheek all over me as well, the way you do with him?”
    The thought of it shortened Meg’s breath.
    â€œWould you like that?” she whispered.
    â€œAye,” Dominic said in a low voice. “Every morning when I watch you pet that cat from bailey to gardens and back again, I think what it would be like to have your hands on me in the same way.”
    Thunder rumbled beyond the open shutters. Wind gusted, bringing the scent of rain and new leaves and freshly opened flowers.
    Meg barely noticed the building storm. The quicksilver blaze of Dominic’s eyes consumed her. The sensual depth of his voice caressed her like sunlight. Whether he loved her or not, there was no doubt that she held his whole attention right now.
    Perhaps he could, if only for the moment, forget the cold calculations of dynasty and sons. Perhaps she could help him forget those things. Perhaps she could burn so brightly that he would be the moth and she the flame.
    And then he would succumb to her, wanting only her, forgetting everything else.
    â€œDo you purr?” Meg asked with a catch in her voice.
    â€œNever yet. But with you, I think I might.”
    Dominic’s hands shifted from Meg’s hips to her back. He hooked his thumbs in the drying cloth and began slowly dragging it down her torso.
    â€œWhat about you?” he asked in a husky voice as the high curves of her breasts were gradually revealed. “Do you purr at a man’s touch?”
    Meg couldn’t answer. The expression on Dominic’s face as he looked at her breasts made it impossible for her to think, much less to answer questions. He was watching her as though he had never seen anything as beautiful. The intensity of his eyes was a caress.
    Soft, glittering sensations rippled through Meg as her breasts tightened on a swiftly indrawn breath.
    â€œYou are more beautiful than any spring buds,” Dominic said in a low voice.
    Thunder rumbled and the wind freshened, sending a quick draft through the room, making candle flames bend and tremble. Meg shivered from the opposite sensations of coolness and heat. Her nipples gathered into hard crowns that were as pink as her tongue.
    â€œAre you cold?” Dominic