Medieval 03 - Enchanted

inside,” Simon said.
    Ariane’s only answer was a sleek contraction
of her body that made Simon’s breath break.
    And hers.
    “Stay inside me,” Ariane said against
Simon’s lips. “It feels…right.”
    “’Tis the same for me.”
    Her mouth opened at the first touch of his tongue.
For a long time they tasted one another in a hushed silence
surrounded by the wind. Finally, unwillingly, Simon lifted his
mouth.
    “The sentry might come,” he said
against Ariane’s lips.
    “The sentry?”
    “Aye.”
    Ariane turned to see if the sentry were close. The
twisting motion of her body had a breathtaking effect on Simon.
    “He is coming,” Ariane whispered,
turning back.
    “We have a choice.”
    “Aye?”
    “I can put you down and we can try to set our
clothes aright before he notices.”
    “He is very close.”
    “Aye.” Simon smiled rather fiercely.
“Hold tightly to me, nightingale.”
    Before Ariane could ask what Simon meant, he was
descending the stair. The sensations that came as he moved dragged
a ragged, low moan from her. With abroken
sound she clung to Simon, using every newly discovered muscle of
her body.
    When the spiraling staircase had turned enough to
shield them from the sentry, Simon stopped.
    “You can let go, now,” he said.
    Ariane shook her head and burrowed even closer to
him.
    Beneath the mantle, Simon’s hand shifted
until he could stroke the very petals that were stretched so
tightly around him.
    Ariane’s eyes widened. She gasped at the
sensations radiating through her from his probing fingertips. The
gasp quickly became a moan. Ecstasy cascaded through her, sending a
silky heat spilling over him.
    “You are delicious,” Simon said
huskily, plucking at the sleek knot he had discovered rising from
Ariane’s softness. “I could take you again right now,
right here, with all the people of the keep trooping by in a row.
And you would let me, wouldn’t you? God’s teeth, you
would beg me!”
    “S-Simon,” Ariane said brokenly,
“what are you doing to me?”
    “Does it hurt?”
    “Nay, but—oh!”
    Ariane’s words were squeezed into silence as
ecstasy’s vise closed around her. Simon caressed her slowly,
watching her, smiling as her heat blossomed once more between their
bodies. While she convulsed gently around him, he lifted her until
they were separate, then resettled her legs around his hips.
    “Hold on to me,” he said.
    When Ariane obeyed, Simon had to bite back a groan.
The feel of her lush softness pressed against his open breeches
made his blood hot all over again.
    He took the stairs swiftly and strode down the hall
until he came to Ariane’s bedchamber. The door was standing
open. He kicked it closed behind them. The draft from their
entrance made lamp flames stretch andsway. The
fire in the brazier was little more than embers veiled in ash.
    “’Tis nearly as cold here as
above,” Simon said. “But it doesn’t matter. The
only fire I need is between your thighs. Unfasten my mantle,
nightingale.”
    Ariane struggled with the big silver brooch that
fastened Simon’s mantle at his left shoulder. While she
worked, Simon’s mouth moved over her hands, nibbling, biting,
licking, his tongue probing deeply between her fingers.
    The sensual promise of the caresses speeded
Ariane’s heartbeat, but not as much as the smoldering hunger
in Simon’s eyes when he saw that her hands trembled.
    “Are you afraid?” he asked, knowing the
answer but wanting to savor it from Ariane’s lips.
    “Nay. ’Tis just that you…unsettle
me.”
    The breathless admission made Simon smile
darkly.
    “’Tis done,” Ariane said, finally
freeing the mantle.
    “Nay, my lady. ’Tis only
begun.”
    Simon threw his mantle onto the bed. The white fur
lining gleamed like silver in the shimmering lamplight. He lowered
Ariane into the midst of it and swept her hair up over her
head.
    Her breasts were bared by the unlaced bodice and
her skirts were well above her waist. Nothing of her femininity was
concealed from Simon’s eyes. He looked at her with a
smoldering intensity that made Ariane’s whole body flush with
embarrassment.
    And then Ariane didn’t care about her
nakedness, for Simon was equally revealed, standing proud and hard
through the opening in his breeches. With a smile as old as Eve,
Ariane reached out and delicately traced his erect flesh with her
fingertips.
    Simon’s answering smile was hot and utterly
male. Impatiently he took off his broadsword and set