Medieval 02 - Forbidden

possessively around him. His body jerked again, as though he had been struck by a whip rather than by a tender caress.
    “Amber,” Duncan said between his teeth. “No!”
    “Yes,” she whispered raggedly. “Dear God, yes!”
    Her hand moved beneath his, and then her breath, and then her tongue.
    “ Amber ”
    “Aye, dark warrior. ’Tis Amber. And this…”
    Her tongue swirled, tasting and caressing in the same motion.
    “…this is magnificent. Warm as a cat. Hard as a fist. Surging like a storm.”
    When Amber’s tongue circled Duncan teasingly, he made a last effort at escaping her by turning away from her onto his side.
    She was too quick. She turned with Duncan, flowing over him like a hot rain.
    Then Duncan found he could retreat no farther. He was caught between Amber’s mouth and her hand sliding up between his thighs. She cupped him in her palm, weighed him, and laughed with pleasure at his readiness.
    “Every part of you is hard,” Amber said. “You burn very hotly, dark warrior, but I would have you hotter still.”
    She bent to Duncan again, caught him against her tongue with loving care, and stroked him until sweat glistened on his skin like rain.
    “Stop,” he said hoarsely.
    “Stop?” Amber’s laugh was low, delighted, a bit savage. “Nay, my stubborn warrior. You have barely begun to burn.”
    “I cannot—hold—much longer.”
    “I know.” A delicious shivering went over Amber. “I like that knowledge.”
    “Witch,” he said thickly.
    But there was more pleasure than anger in his voice.
    Amber’s teeth closed delicately. Duncan said something dark as he fought the desire consuming him with every breath, every heartbeat, every hot caress.
    Yet just when ecstasy was on the brink of overcoming his restraint, Amber stopped. Torn between relief and disappointment, Duncan breathed deeply, trying to calm the wildness of his need.
    Tenderly, soothingly, Amber stroked hair back from Duncan’s heated face and kissed his cheek as though he were a child who needed calming. Finally passion’s claws eased in Duncan, allowing him to breathe evenly once more. With a groan, he rolled over onto his back.
    Amber smiled at him, kissed his shoulder, and slid like fire back down his body.
    And like fire, she burned him.
    Soon Duncan was hotter than before, harder,shaking with what it cost not to give in to Amber. When he was no more than a breath from ecstasy, she stopped and calmed him again.
    And in time she set him to burning all over again.
    “Finish it,” Duncan said through his teeth. “You will drive me mad!”
    “Soon,” Amber murmured.
    “Soon I will be mad!”
    Laughing, she drew her nails over his clenched thighs and between his legs, goading him ever higher, yet always knowing when to draw him back from the sensual brink.
    Sweat gathered and ran on Duncan’s loins. Amber tasted it, found it good, and tasted again, elsewhere. She found that good as well.
    Fire poured over Duncan, burning him to the marrow of his bones. Never had he known Amber to be like this, waging a sultry, determined seduction over every bit of his body. She wanted him, and she meant to have him.
    All of him, in every way there was.
    “Release me from my promise,” Duncan said thickly.
    The warmth of Amber’s laughter washed over him.
    “Not yet.”
    “’Tis beyond reason. I must touch you!”
    “How?”
    The word was as much a purr as a question. Low, husky, breathless with desire, the sound of Amber’s voice sent a shudder of anticipation through Duncan.
    Suddenly she moved astride his thighs and he sensed her opening to him. She radiated heat and wept with desire. The scent of her made him wild.
    Yet Amber stayed where she was, poised just above him, brushing against the very flesh she had tormented so thoroughly.
    “Finish it,” he said hoarsely. “You want me as much as I want you. I can feel it.”
    “That will never change as long as I draw breath.”
    “Then let me take you and end this torment!”
    “That can’t be your hand upon my thigh, pushing me down, can it?” Amber asked.
    With a dark curse Duncan snatched back his hand.
    “I didn’t mean to,” he said.
    “I know. I felt your surprise.”
    “Have I no secrets from you?” Duncan asked angrily.
    “Many. But only one that matters.”
    “What?”
    “Your soul, dark warrior. It is shut away from me.”
    “So is yours from me.”
    “Nay,” Amber whispered. “Tonight I am giving it to you one breath at a