Medieval 02 - Forbidden

longer touching her.
    When Duncan stretched out beside her, he was careful to ensure that there was no contact between them. Yet the fire in his eyes made Amber’s heart turn over. She became intensely aware that her nakedness was beautiful to him.
    “You have me at a disadvantage,” Duncan said in a low voice.
    “How so? You are clothed and I am not.”
    “Ah, but you touch me and you know how I feel. I touch you and know only how I feel .”
    His hand reached out. A single fingertip circled one of Amber’s breasts at the exact point where smooth, pale skin gave way to velvety pink. Her breast tightened, sending streamers of fire to the pit of her stomach and beyond.
    Smiling, Duncan watched Amber’s body change to meet his touch, her nipple gathering into a peak that was as tempting as wild strawberries to his tongue.
    “I know how that affects me,” he said, “but I don’t know how it feels to you.”
    A shiver of pleasure was Amber’s only answer.
    “Tell me, golden witch. Tell me what my touch does to you.”
    “It casts a net of fire over me.”
    “It hurts you, then?”
    “Only when you look at me and I know what we both want and you withhold it,” Amber said.
    “What do we both want?” Duncan said. “This?”
    He bent forward until his mustache almost grazed the tight crown of her breast. Almost, but not quite.
    The difference was a lightning stroke of hunger going through Amber.
    “Why do you tease me so?” she whispered.
    “When I touch you, you feel my desire. If I’m not touching you, the only desire you feel will be your own.”
    The warmth of Duncan’s breath washed overAmber’s sensitive skin. She arched upward only to have him evade her.
    “Lie still, precious Amber. Or shall I do as you once did to me?”
    “What?”
    “Bind you with cords so that you can’t move.”
    “You wouldn’t.”
    Duncan’s smile was dark and a bit wolfish.
    “I am your husband. Under the law of God and man, I may do as I wish with you.”
    “And you wish to torture me,” Amber muttered.
    “Very sweetly,” he agreed. “And very thoroughly.”
    Amber was smiling as she settled back onto the fur cover. The leashed passion in her husband’s eyes intrigued her, as did the heightened awareness of her own body.
    Saying nothing, Duncan gathered a handful of Amber’s long hair. Letting it trail like a scarf from his hand, he teased her breasts until both nipples were drawn into tight buds.
    “Beautiful,” he said softly. “I ache to taste them, to feel them change with each stroke of my tongue. Do you remember how that felt?”
    Fire splintered through Amber. She moved restlessly, wanting more than Duncan’s words and the tantalizing caresses that weren’t quite his flesh on hers.
    “Do you remember?” Duncan asked again.
    “Aye,” Amber whispered. “Like fire and warm rain together.”
    Hair slid and stroked and teased Amber’s breasts until she made a small sound with each breath she took. Smiling, Duncan caressed down the center line of her body until long golden hair met hair that was darker, a warm thicket protecting the vulnerable flower within.
    When the caress moved on, teasing the pale curves of her thighs, Amber’s fingers curled deeply into the fur. A tremor went through her, followed by another and another, until one knee flexed in helpless response.
    “What do you feel?” Duncan asked.
    “A chill that is hot rather than cold,” she whispered. “It makes me want to—”
    Amber’s voice broke as the caress moved back up to the apex of her thighs, ruffling the hair so tenderly that she wanted to cry out her frustration.
    “What do you want to do?” Duncan encouraged.
    “Bite your hand for teasing me.”
    He laughed and bent down, blowing against her belly and then her loins, teaching her that she hadn’t known what teasing was until that moment. The warm wash of his breath between her thighs sent flames searching through her body.
    “Duncan, please .”
    “Please what? You have to tell me, precious Amber. I’m not a sorcerer to know your soul at a touch.”
    “I ache,” she said.
    “Where?”
    “Where you are teasing me.”
    “And where is that?” he asked.
    “Between my…my legs.”
    “Ah.”
    Smiling, Duncan shifted down the elegant length of Amber’s legs until his breath bathed her ankles.
    “Better?” he asked.
    Amber made an inarticulate sound that still managed to convey a resounding negative.
    “No?” He smiled secretly. “Maybe it is