Page 54 of Taming the Eagle
A moan rumbled in Aquila’s throat, and he answered her passion in kind, his free hand splaying out across her back. The heat of his palm branded her, and Fenella leaned farther forward, giving herself up to his embrace.
She should stop this before she lost her wits entirely. Instead, like before, it was Aquila who ended the kiss.
Breathless, he drew back, his lips parted, gaze hooded with desire. “I pushed you away last time because I didn’t want you to feel forced,” he rasped. “I must know … do you want this?”
They stared at each other for a long moment, but Fenella didn’t answer.
Aquila’s jaw tightened, disappointment clouding his gaze. He was about to step back from her, when she caught his wrist, holding him fast. “Yes,” she whispered. “I want this.”
The naked hunger in his eyes was impossible to miss. Need had tightened his features. He looked like a man on a short leash, and suddenly she wanted to know what would happen if that leash snapped.
A heartbeat passed, and then his mouth was on hers once more, his tongue sweeping her lips apart.
The gods forgive her, he tasted good.
Fenella fell into him, her hands sliding up his shoulders to his neck, her fingertips tunneling through his short hair. Suddenly, she ached to touch him, to lose herself in his kisses.
She wanted to wrap herself around him, skin to skin.
XIX. WILDNESS
JUSTIN DRANK HER in, savoring the sweetness of her mouth, the feel of her soft skin under his fingertips.
He’d been playing a dangerous game tonight, asking her to join him in the tablinum. What did he think would happen when he was alone with her? Even so, he hadn’t been able to stop himself.
He’d told himself he wouldn’t kiss her again, wouldn’t touch her, but he was weak where Fenella was concerned.
He’d meant every word too. If she’d let him, he’d make her his queen.
And now, she’d given him permission to kiss, touch,takeher.
His blood roared, and his shaft was now painfully hard. He wanted to throw her down on the sheepskin, spread her wide, and tumble her right this instant—but he wouldn’t.
He’d craved this woman for months now, and he wouldn’t spoil this, wouldn’t rush it.
And so he kissed her, deeply, thoroughly, his chest aching with hunger as her nimble tongue curled around his, as her teeth nipped at his lower lip. And while they kissed, his hands slid down her back to her hips.
They had a will of their own, for they soon moved to her thighs and the hem of her tunic.
A groan escaped him when his fingers slid underneath, touching smooth, soft skin. His fingers itched to explore further, to delve deeper. But he had to go slowly; he didn’t want to startle her.
Fenella murmured something against his mouth. She then fumbled with the belt at her waist, unbuckling it and flinging it aside.
Encouraged, Justin grabbed the hem of her tunic and slid it up her thighs. She lifted her arms so that he could draw it up, over her head, and gave a sensual wriggle as he pulled the tunic free.
An instant later, she stood before him, gloriously naked.
Justin gently pushed her down upon the couch, his gaze feasting upon her.
Of course, he’d spent far too much time in the past months imagining Fenella in this state—and the sight was even more exciting than his sensual fantasies.
The slave tunic hung in soft folds over her body, yet he remembered what she’d looked like in the form-fitting leather vest and skirt she’d worn when he’d taken her from Lake Taus. Fenella was all lean, sleek lines—narrow-hipped with coltish limbs. And yet in contrast to her sleekness, her breasts were heavy and ripe.
Justin’s gaze fastened upon them now, taking in the translucent pale skin and rose-pink nipples.
She was every erotic dream he’d had come to life in the flesh.
With a murmured oath, he sank to his knees before her and leaned down, scooping up her delicious tits in his hands and pushing them high. He then feasted upon them, suckling one nipple hard before shifting to its twin. He lathed each taut nipple with his tongue and then took it deep into his mouth, sucking hard.