Medieval 01 - Untamed

asked.
    â€œAye. That is, nay.” Meg made a breathless sound that was neither laugh nor word. “I don’t know. I can’t think when you look at me like that.”
    â€œLike what?”
    â€œLike I’m a Turkish sweet of unknown flavor.”
    Dominic’s mouth shifted into a sensual smile that sent more heat through Meg.
    â€œAre you?” he asked.
    â€œW-what?”
    â€œSweet.”
    Before Meg could answer, Dominic bent his head to taste her. His tongue darted out and licked the peak of one breast as delicately as a cat.
    â€œ Dominic .”
    He made a low sound that was rather like a purr and licked her again.
    â€œSweet but not cloying,” he said. “You taste like spring itself.”
    The end of his tongue tested Meg’s nipple, circled it, and then slowly drew the tip of her breast into his mouth for a thorough tasting.
    Heat cascaded through Meg, loosening her body as though she lay in a meadow caressed by the summer sun. The changing texture and pressure of Dominic’s unexpected caress made her dizzy with delight. Pleasure gathered and burst softly deep inside her, drawing a low moan from the back of her throat.
    The sound acted on Dominic like a whip laid across naked skin. His whole body tightened as he drew Meg more heavily into his mouth. The caress changed from teasing to intense as he shaped her breast to the urgent demands of passion. A ragged cry and the pressure of her nails against his biceps only added more heat to the desire that was rapidly burning through his usually indomitable self-control.
    Dominic’s hand caressed down Meg’s naked back to her waist. With an impatience he could barely reign in, he slid his fingers beneath the drying cloth. A long finger traced her spine to the cleft of her bottom. He knew he should stop there, satisfying himself with the startled cry of discovery and desire he drew from Meg when he cupped the flare of her hip in his hand and squeezed carefully.
    Yet even as Dominic told himself to withdraw until he could slow the hammering of his blood, his hand returned to the small of her back. There he delicately teased the sensitive hollow and savored the heat rising from her skin.
    When Meg murmured and sighed with pleasure, Dominic traced her spine from nape to base once again, but this time he couldn’t resist following the line of her body until his fingertips again found the warm cleft dividing her hips. He followed it slowly on down, dragging a shivering cry of surprise from her.
    The cloth fell from Meg’s hips to the floor. The cool air of the room made an intense contrast to the heat expanding through her in shimmering waves with each tug of Dominic’s mouth on her sensitized breast, each gliding foray of his fingertips down her back to the alluring cleft where passionate embers smoldered on the edge of flame.
    Then his long fingers sought more deeply, discovered, parted, penetrated her satin warmth as lightly as fire itself. The sensations that burst through Meg made her cling to Dominic for balance while everything else in the room was drawn into a dizzying spiral of invisible flames.
    â€œMy lord,” Meg whispered. “What are you doing to me?”
    Reluctantly Dominic released her breast, but not the silky, secret heat he had barely touched.
    â€œI’m discovering you,” he said in a husky voice.
    As Dominic spoke, he probed lightly again, and again was rewarded by Meg’s broken breath and a moisture that owed nothing to her recent bathing ritual.
    â€œI can barely stand,” she whispered.
    â€œThen hold on to me.”
    â€œI am.”
    Dominic smiled despite the hammer blows of desire that were shaking him, breaking his breath as surely as hers.
    â€œSo you are,” he said. “I can feel your delicate talons.”
    Belatedly Meg realized she was indeed clinging to Dominic with fingernails as well as hands.
    â€œI’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
    His low, masculine laugh sent more heat snaking through her body.
    â€œHurt?” Dominic asked. “Nay. I like the feel of your hunger rising to fly with mine. Go ahead, small falcon. Test your strength against me. And I…”
    His hand glided from her hip to the hollow of her throat. As he watched Meg with smoky gray eyes, his fingertip traced the center of her body from breastbone to navel to the cloud of red hair that concealed the same cleft he had stalked from