Medieval 02 - Forbidden

beneath Amber’s cowl. His fingers eased into her loosely braided hair until he held her securely. A steady pressure of his palm turned her head up so that he could look into her golden eyes.
    “We can taste Paradise without breaching its coral gates,” Duncan said.
    “Is that possible?”
    “Aye.”
    “How?”
    “Follow me. I’ll show you.”
    Duncan closed the scant distance between their mouths. Amber’s lips parted at the touch of his tongue. She felt again the delicious sensation as he skimmed the inside of her lips.
    Then the touch of his tongue became firmer, more insistent, prowling the edges of her mouth, seeking entry to the warm darkness just beyond his reach.
    “What do you…?” Amber began.
    She never finished asking what Duncan wanted, for his tongue glided between her teeth, taking her words and giving her fire in return.
    The rhythmic slide and retreat and return of his tongue made fire lick unexpectedly through her body. Yet almost as soon as the heat bloomed within her, it faded, for the firm, provocative warmth of his tongue had been withdrawn.
    The small sound that escaped Amber’s throat flicked Duncan like a whip. The eager searchingof her tongue for his was a stroke of pure flame in his loins. He laughed low in his chest and tightened his arms, drawing her even closer to the part of him that burned most hotly.
    “Is this what you seek?” Duncan asked.
    His tongue surged between Amber’s teeth even as he rocked her hips against his. Her answering hunger made his head spin. She uttered a low sound and pressed even closer to the hot pleasures of his body. When he would have moved to bank the wild flames rising between them, her arms wrapped around his neck and her tongue sought his in a sensual duel that neither could lose.
    Without releasing her mouth, Duncan lifted Amber and eased her down into the grass. Beneath her mantle, one of his hands tugged laces free. Suddenly he turned his head just enough so that his teeth could catch her lips in a series of gentle, burning bites.
    A honeyed fire burst within Amber, dragging a moan from her. Duncan’s teeth tenderly stinging her neck sent more heat through her flushed skin. When she felt him pulling her arms from around his neck, she protested.
    “I know we must stop,” Amber said, “but not yet.”
    “No, not yet,” Duncan agreed. “We have much farther to go before we turn back at the final gate.”
    His mouth closed over hers once more. Gently, steadily, while his tongue teased and tormented her with promises of Paradise, he pulled her arms away from his neck and pressed them against her own body.
    Amber didn’t realize what Duncan wanted until she felt cool air wash over her breasts. Her mantle had been pushed to either side of her body, she was bare to the waist, and her arms were bound against her hips by half-shed clothing.
    Duncan was no longer touching her. He was simply looking at her with eyes that blazed. She was beautifully formed, neither too full nor too small, warm and taut, with nipples the pink of wild rosebuds. He ached to hold each bud in his mouth, to caress it with his tongue, to test the creamy softness of her breasts with his teeth.
    Between her breasts golden light pooled, caught within timeless amber. The pendant shimmered and rippled with radiance as though it were infused with Amber’s very life.
    He touched the pendant in silent greeting. Then he lifted his fingers and simply looked at the beauty that had lain hidden beneath heavy folds of clothing.
    “Duncan?” Amber whispered.
    She looked into his eyes and trembled at what she saw.
    “Are you cold?” Duncan asked, seeing her shiver.
    Amber trembled again, for his voice was like the rasp of a cat’s tongue. She tried to answer his question, but her mouth was dry and her heart was beating frantically. Without Duncan’s touch pouring his hunger into her, her own desire was being quenched by unease.
    “Dinna worry, golden witch,” Duncan said thickly, bending down to Amber. “I will warm you.”
    The searing heat of Duncan’s hands and mouth on her breasts was both unexpected and fiercely arousing to Amber. As he kissed first one pink tip and then the other, they hardened magically. His mustache caressed the sensitive flesh while his tongue licked slowly, hotly.
    Fire lanced through the center of Amber’s body, setting aflame places that had been secret even from her.
    Until Duncan touched her and she burned.
    When he finally lifted his