Medieval 02 - Forbidden

said in a hoarse voice.
    “Why?”
    “’Tis unseemly for a man to lose control.”
    “Even in the marriage bed?”
    “We’re not in bed,” he retorted.
    “Aye. And you have no intention of lying there with me, do you?”
    “’Tis too soon.”
    “’Tis a great pot of slops!” Amber retorted. “Well, sir, if you won’t take me, I shall just have to take you.”
    Duncan gave Amber a shocked look. Then he laughed at the thought of such a slender girl physically besting a man of his size and strength.
    “Are you going to hold me down and ravish me, little fairy?”
    “I don’t think you would lie still for it.”
    “Not tonight,” he agreed. “But the thought appeals.”
    “’Tis deeds I want, not thoughts. As I am weaker than you, I must use the only weapon I have to ravish you.”
    “And that is?”
    “My tongue.”
    The surge of fire that hardened Duncan’s whole body was transmitted to Amber so clearly that she stiffened as though a whip had been laid across her back. An image condensed in her mind, a beautiful girl whose golden hair seethed in a fragrant, burning cloud over Duncan’s loins as her tongue brushed fire over his rigid sword.
    “Ah,” Amber said. “Does my hair truly burn youso sweetly? Then I give it to you, husband.”
    Before Duncan could say anything, her hands lifted quickly and bright combs scattered to the floor. Knowing he shouldn’t unable to stop himself, Duncan thrust his hands deeply into Amber’s hair until cool, soft strands caressed the sensitive skin between his fingers.
    A shiver of pure pleasure cascaded through Amber. Watching Duncan’s eyes, she moved her head slowly, increasing the beloved pressure of his hands.
    “Do you like that,” he asked, “or is it my pleasure you’re responding to?”
    “Both,” she said huskily. “I like your hands caressing me. I like knowing that caressing me gives you pleasure.”
    “Amber…” Duncan said, but he could say no more.
    “Would it truly give you such great pleasure to feel my tongue tracing your sword?”
    Duncan’s hands clenched in Amber’s hair. It would have been painful to her had she not felt his violent response to her words burn through her like wildfire.
    “You are unraveling me,” he said hoarsely. “Where did an innocent like you learn the tricks of the harem?”
    “From you.”
    “Nay. I’ve never known a woman’s mouth in that way.”
    “Yet when I said I would ravish you with my tongue, you saw my hair all wild over your naked loins and my tongue was a pink flame licking over you.”
    The desire that hammered through Duncan nearly brought both of them to their knees.
    “Amber, you must stop!”
    The roughness in Duncan’s voice was another rush of desire through her.
    “Nay,” she whispered. “I find I am most curious to know what it is like to ravish you with my tongue. And, perhaps, my teeth?”
    Duncan groaned and his fingers clenched again.
    Amber made a ragged sound of pleasure as her words returned to her in an outpouring of his passion.
    “Don’t say such things,” he muttered. “You will make me lose all control.”
    “But I like feeling fire sweep through you.”
    Abruptly, Duncan let go of Amber and stepped back so that he wasn’t touching her.
    “That’s just it,” he said, his voice tight. “The fire is going through me, not you .”
    The lack of Duncan’s touch was like being dropped into an icy stream. Amber staggered, off-balance, lost.
    “Duncan?” she said, reaching for him
    “No,” he said, stepping back even farther.
    “I don’t understand.”
    “Exactly. All you have ever known is a warrior’s hunger hammering you until you bled. You’ve never known your own sweet desire.”
    “That’s not true. Your desire and mine are different faces of the same coin.”
    Duncan raked his hand through his hair, then unfastened his rich mantle and tossed it aside.
    “No,” he said, turning back to her. “My desire drowns yours. It would be the same for you with any man.”
    At first Amber didn’t understand.
    When she did, she was furious. Her eyes narrowed to slits.
    “You believe I have no passion that isn’t secondhand, is that it?” she asked carefully.
    He nodded.
    “You believe that any man who touched me with passion would set fire to me.”
    Duncan hesitated, then nodded again.
    “You shame both of us,” Amber said icily, making no attempt to conceal her rage.
    He started to speak, but she overrode him, clipping each word as