Medieval 02 - Forbidden

rain softened her. With an inarticulate sound she opened herself fully, knowing only her own desire.
    The blaze of Duncan’s eyes was an intimate caress. She made an odd sound as the net of fire tightened throughout her whole body, changing it to receive him. Her legs moved again, as though Duncan were inside her, sharing his body with her.
    “You are more beautiful than I have words to tell you,” Duncan whispered.
    “Then touch me and I shall know.”
    “Aye. And so shall I.”
    As Duncan spoke, his hand moved and a long finger slid smoothly, deeply, inside Amber, testing the truth of her desire. She stiffened and whimpered as though he had taken a whip to her.
    But it was pleasure rather than pain Duncan had called from Amber, and he knew it as surely as she did. A delicious heat welled up around his caressing finger and spilled into his palm.
    Her desire, her response, her need.
    Hers, not his.
    Duncan made a hoarse sound of hunger and relief. Slowly he withdrew from Amber’s willing body.
    “No,” she said. “Duncan, I—”
    Her voice broke as he traced the soft petals that were no longer concealed by golden curls. She had opened for him like a flower, and like a flower she was beautiful to him. The scent and textures of her desire enthralled him. He probed again, and again knew the liquid fire of her response.
    Then Duncan’s touch was gone and Amber was alone, drawn on a rack of unfulfilled desire. She cried out in protest.
    “Patience,” he said in a low voice. “I want to be as naked as you.”
    But Duncan’s hands showed little patience as they stripped away his remaining clothes, watched by eyes as yellow as flames.
    Amber’s eyes widened as he turned back to her. He was fully aroused, overwhelmingly male, and his powerful body gleamed with hunger for her.
    “Amber?”
    “Were you like this in the Stone Ring?” she asked faintly.
    “Aye.”
    She let out a breath she hadn’t been aware of holding.
    “I see. Then we shall fit together very well this time, too.” Then Amber added beneath her breath, “Though I don’t see how.”
    With a sound that could have been a laugh or a groan, Duncan lowered himself to the bed.
    “I shall see to the fit,” he said. “’Tis a poor warrior who can’t slide a sword properly into its sheath.”
    As Duncan settled between Amber’s legs, brushing against her, the heavy currents of his passion poured over her, making her tremble.
    “Are you frightened?” he asked.
    “Touch me and find out.”
    Duncan reached down between their bodies, but it wasn’t his hand that parted the soft petals of Amber’s desire. The sleek heat that he discovered made his heartbeat double.
    “You must tell me if I hurt you,” he said huskily.
    The only response possible to Amber was an upwelling of heat, a bud of passion swelling until it burst. Liquid fire washed over him, telling him silently of her welcome.
    Duncan let out a breath that was also a groan and eased into her a bit more.
    Amber’s breath tore. The feel of her own body stretching to accept his presence was exquisitely exciting. The feel of Duncan’s harshly leashed passion was a sweet torment. He was taking her so slowly, as though to assure her and himself that there would be no pain in this joining.
    “Am I hurting you?” Duncan asked as he pressed just a bit more deeply into Amber.
    “Nay,” she said raggedly. “You are killing me so sweetly.”
    “What?”
    “Dear God,” she whispered.
    Duncan felt the sensuous shivering deep withinAmber, knew the hot rain of her passion licking over him, and fought not to lose control. Sweat gleamed from his forehead to his heels, yet he did not speed his slow claiming of her body by one whit.
    Another delicate shudder took Amber, giving her to the dark warrior who was seducing her into a passion she hadn’t believed possible.
    Yet even that wasn’t enough. She needed Duncan. All of him. And she needed him right now.
    Heedlessly her nails dug into his hips, demanding a deeper joining.
    “Do you want more of me?” he asked.
    “Yes,” she said, “yes and yes and yes. Duncan, please .”
    He smiled darkly and pressed deeper.
    Slowly.
    A low moan was torn from Amber’s throat. Her hips moved in a seeking as old as Eve. The scent and silky fire of her passion caressed Duncan. He could not contain a single, burning pulse of response. She was so hot around him, so welcoming, so tight.
    And he had not yet finished his claiming.
    “Are you certain