"You were in your shift as I remember, and refused to play the game out."
"Mayhap I have more courage now," she teased.
He put his fingers beneath her chin so he could look deeply into her eyes. "And what"s this you have between your pretty legs? Did you ever tel me?"
She shook her head breathlessly. He put his lips to her ear and murmured, "I think it"s a honey pot." Gently he reached between her legs and dipped in one finger then he brought it to his lips and tasted it. "Mmmm . . . delicious!"
"Falcon!" she protested, suffused with blushes.
He reached again for her secret place and she did not protest overmuch. Gently he inserted his finger again and began to move it very slowly in a circular motion as if he were stirring her honey pot. His knowing fingertip encircled her tiny bud over and over again until she was squirming with pleasurable sensations. The pleasure seemed to go higher and higher in ever-widening circles of intensity.
She slipped her arms about his neck and let her head fal back as she gave herself up to the pleasure, then suddenly with widened eyes she cried, "Oh oh oh oh ohhhh!"
Falcon grinned with delight. "Did you enjoy that a little, sweetheart?"
She licked lips gone suddenly dry. "Wel , perhaps just the tiniest little bit," she admitted reluctantly.
He put her off his knee. "If you"re going to lie, I don"t want to play with you," he teased.
She saw the tip of his great shaft quiver. With great daring she pointed. "You"re lying now. You do want to play with me."
"Just ignore it and it wil go away," he said solemnly.
Jasmine waited a moment, her eyes alight with mischief. "I don"t believe it wil ."
"Oh, yes ... it wil soon be dead," he said.
"Dead?"
"Yes, of starvation!" He gathered her up into his arms. "Lord G.o.d, Ja.s.sy, I love you so much. I"m going to take you now, I cannot wait longer." He carried her to his great bed and pressed her back against the pil ows. He kicked off the furs, unwil ing to have this act of love covered or impeded in any way.
Jasmine soon learned that Falcon"s mouth was a formidable weapon against her defenses. His persuasive mouth was hot, fierce, and demanding as it explored her from neck to navel, and between kisses it whispered and bathed her in adoration.
His hands roamed over her body, caressing, exploring, teasing until he had set up a fever of need. She lifted her arms to encircle his neck and arched her soft body against his hardness. With her eyes closed she gave herself up to him to a.s.sert his mastery over her in any way he wished. For the first time ever, she longed for the act of domination and submission.
Then he fused his mouth to hers and she opened her lips to receive his tongue. It ravished her mouth until she moaned from its thrusts. She felt an emptiness inside her that needed fil ing in exactly the same way he fil ed her mouth. She reached for him with fevered fingers then gasped and withdrew them as she felt the size of him. Realizing her hesitation, he took her hand and guided it back. She could feel him throbbing, rearing, then slowly, together, the hands of the lovers guided the invader to its destination.
They both knew that whatever he did to her now, she had agreed to it. With deft fingers he parted her to receive him. He thrust slowly, smoothly inside her, then held himself stil to let her get used to the swol en ful ness of him. Her sheath was so burning hot and unbelievably tight that he lengthened another inch once he was inside her.
He knew this was the critical moment where she usual y withdrew from him, separating her mind from the physical act of s.e.x. It was up to him to make her offer herself as a sacrifice to the divine G.o.ds of pa.s.sion. He began to stroke deeply in and out, matching his rhythm to the throb of their pulsing blood. His tongue ran like wildfire along her neck and up to her ear where he whispered fiercely, "Stay with me, Ja.s.sy . . . feel me . . . feel everything ...
oh, G.o.d, you"re so hot, so tight. . . . soar away with me, love, to another world."
He was the Falcon. She let him take her higher and higher as he plunged deeper and deeper. He total y engulfed her until they were locked in love. Together they soared to the heights until triumphantly they shattered into a mil ion fragments,fusing into each other, bathing each other, then floating, sailing together on a sea of bliss.
She clung to him as if she could never bear to be parted again. This was what he had wanted, needed from her! She had submitted to him body and soul, letting him take what he needed, and now she was limp from the loving she had received, languid, drowsy, and deliriously warm.
Falcon held her to him tightly and rol ed until she lay atop of him. Her cheek was pressed against his heart, her beautiful hair spread across his chest. His strong brown hands slipped down her body until they cupped her b.u.t.tocks and they drifted off to sleep, their unborn child enfolded safely between their melded bodies.
Chapter 35.
In his slumber a few hours later he missed the heat of her body and came up through the layers of sleep. For a moment he was bereft that she had left their bed until his searching eyes fel upon her exquisite beauty. Jasmine had gotten up to bathe, memories of the things she had said and the things he had done covering her with pink blushes.
Falcon came to her immediately to begin the acknowl- edgment. He enfolded her in strong, loving arms but he knew a woman needed more than that. She wanted a kiss that remembered last night"s pa.s.sion and promised delightful possibilities for the hours to come. His lips told her that she fil ed his heart and lingered in his consciousness. He knew that without the epilogue, the cycle of lovemaking was incomplete.
She hid her face against his chest until his whispered love words aroused her out of herself, eroding away her shy inhibitions. Later he would transport her from the reality of caution and codes to a sublime paradise. He would love her until he enslaved her, encouraging her to toss and writhe and pant her way to total satiety.
"What would you like to eat?" he asked.
She sighed deeply. "I would like whatever you want," she replied. He slipped his arm about her and they selected some tempting items from their store of food. They shared the same platter and the same goblet because they wanted to be one, and he scooped her into his lap so they could share the deeply cushioned chair.
He fed her with his fingers and she sucked his fingertips erotical y, sending shivers through him to that other tip at the end of his shaft. When they were replete with food they drank from the goblet, placing their lips in turn at the exact same spot. Then because their mouths had been too long apart they kissed and he fed her wine from his lips. They intoxicated each other, until their blood sang in their veins and desire built until they were dizzy from their need.
He lifted her high in powerful arms and did not set her feet to the carpet until she was before the tal mirror. "I want you to watch me make love to you. I want you to see how it makes you more beautiful," he murmured.
"Falcon . . . Falcon," she cried, and he dipped his head to taste his name on her wine-red lips. Her eyes stared at their image in the mirror and she saw him go down on his knees before her. His lips teased the tiny golden curls as his hands caressed the backs of her thighs, forcing her forward into his kisses. She felt his tongue search out her tiny bud until it swel ed with pa.s.sion, then he deeply probed al her soft, intimate depths. She bit her lips to keep herself from screaming with excitement. Her fingers entwined his thick, black curls and she pressed his head farther into her warm black curls and she pressed his head farther into her warm fragrance. She watched her hands dig into the wide, muscled shoulders, leaving scratches as the intensity of his mouth invaded her senses. His tongue, long and lean, lapped at her, then it stroked her hard and strong. It invaded and plundered her shamelessly until it took her.
In the mirror she saw her b.r.e.a.s.t.s harden, her eyelids droop, her pink mouth slacken. With a cry she fel to her knees before him and kissed him deeply. She tasted herself on his lips and it made her wild. "Did you like that, Ja.s.sy?" he asked huskily.
"Oh, Falcon, I loved it! I love you!" she cried wildly. A whole new world was opening up for her. Her blood was so high there was no limitation to the things she wanted to do. "Oh, Falcon, what have you done to me? Have you any idea how you have made me feel?"
"Of course, darling. You want to be wild and wicked and never say no again."
"Oh, yes! I"m wildly curious about your body. Come and lie down on the furs before the fire and let me explore you." He stretched out in a supine position and she knelt above him with worshipful eyes. She brushed her palms over the slabs of muscle in his chest and bent to put the tip of her tongue to each nipple. She wanted more and more and she felt that she would never get enough of him, ever. Her hands slid over his flat bel y then she bent over him with great daring to tongue his flat bel y then she bent over him with great daring to tongue his navel. He groaned with the unbearable heavy ache she had created in his loins.
"Did I hurt you?" she asked. She almost felt wild enough to hurt him and be hurt in return.
"Let me teach you," he said. "The most sensitive part is here just below the head where the skin is pul ed back. You can encircle my shaft with your fingers like so, and move them up and down over the head, or you can use both hands if you want to stimulate the whole length. I feel a different sensation entirely if you put your palms on either side and rol it back and forth."
The wildness inside her erupted and she was consumed with an overwhelming desire to kiss him there. She remembered that Estel e had told her it was probably the most erotic thing a woman could do for a man. She bent and kissed the tip of his shaft then looked into his eyes to enjoy his reaction. As she had hoped, his eyes were stained black with pa.s.sion, which enticed her to something more daring. She ran the tip of her tongue around the groove at the base of the head. It gave her deep satisfaction to see him rear and buck and gasp, "Ja.s.sy .
. . Ja.s.sy!" Then she encircled the length of his shaft with both hands and took the head into her mouth, alternately sucking and tonguing him. He knew if he did not stop her it would be over in seconds. Quickly he reversed their positions. After flipping her down onto the silvery wolf skins, he impaled her savagely. She was so highly aroused from their foreplay that she was soon crying out with her o.r.g.a.s.m. The moment he heard her, his hot seed flowed as he emptied himself inside her.
This time they slept while their bodies were stil joined; his shaft stayed half-hard with the erotic content of his dreams.
The more they made love, the more they began to talk. They shared their fears, hopes, and dreams for the future. They shared everything . . . laughter, secrets, tears. He read his favorite tales to her from Homer, and to give him pleasure she wore her diamonds to bed while he made love to her.
They shared their childhood memories, their knowledge, their likes and dislikes, and discovered more similarities than they had ever dreamed. Outside there was another great snowstorm; inside they cuddled in the big bed with the curtains drawn back to let in the heat of the fire.
She sighed to the tip of her toes, then took one foot and ran it along his bare leg. "Falcon, why are you so opposed to my magic?" she asked, not afraid anymore to bring up the forbidden.
He was silent for a moment while he gathered his thoughts.
"Let me see if I can explain it so you wil understand how I feel.
The price for life is involvement, responsibility, effort. I don"t want my men, my people to live in an imaginary world where everything or anything they fancy can be achieved effortlessly through magic."
She stretched luxuriously. "Ah, you are only opposed to fakery and hocus-pocus. I shal stil practice my real magic."
"I can see I shal have to use my belt on you," he threatened, taking her roughly in his arms.
"Even you must admit some of it is real or at least unexplained," she protested between kisses.
"Wel , let"s see," he mused. "Take that mystical crystal bal you use to see visions. It might hold others spel bound, but I know that its swirling, smoky il usions are nothing more than colored sand particles that float in water that has a drop of glycerine in it."
She playful y took handfuls of his hair into her fists and pul ed it. "You are no fun at al !" she accused.
"Fun?" he demanded fiercely. "Let me teach you what fun is al about."
His erection brushed against her thigh and she teased, "Are you always in that wretched condition?"
"Always," he admitted, lifting her above him to set her astride him. She did no more than keep him hard while he played with her silvery-gold hair and rosy b.r.e.a.s.t.s. She provoked every sense of his body with tantalizing guile. Lord G.o.d, he was hard. "Ja.s.sy, you make love to me this time . . , you set the pace ... do the things you like."
She blushed and said shyly, "You wil think me wanton, overbold."
He shook his head. "Modesty is misplaced in the bedchamber."
She sat like silken enchantment on his lean, muscled body.
She covered his face with kisses, then flushed at her own boldness as her tongue traced the arched curve of his top lip.
His mouth opened and she thrust in her tongue to duel and play with his. His mouth was like Heaven, she decided. She could feel his erection bucking and jumping between her legs, searching frantical y for her entrance, and she teased him by sliding her silky thigh up its entire length. His voice dropped an octave as he said huskily, "Mayhap next time I"l let you set the pace." With firm hands he took hold of her bottom and lifted her onto his magnificent erection. His hardness impaled her with pleasure. "Hold on tight, darling," he murmured as his hands cupped her bottom and lifted her up and down on him effortlessly.
For long moments at a time the focus of his mind was raptly absorbed watching her take her pleasure. Her sensations were so delicious, he noted with satisfaction, it caused her breath to stop. Al the way up inside her, he suddenly wished he"d imprisoned her for three weeks, rather than three days, for he knew he was going to wear himself out, and her, in the time they had left, experiencing every degree of lovemaking possible between male and female.
Final y with head thrown back in abandon, she cried out his name and her nails left b.l.o.o.d.y half-moons on his shoulders.
name and her nails left b.l.o.o.d.y half-moons on his shoulders.
She knew something vastly important had happened to her locked in this chamber. It would divide her life forever into before and after. She felt newborn as if she"d only just come ful y alive. She was experiencing a divine, immense new power, a secret side to herself that had been unknown, unexplored. Forevermore she had the knowledge that blissful, exquisite pleasure was only an arm"s length away.
It was early in the morning after their third night to gether that she heard someone at the door. She flew across the room and pressed herself against the huge door to try to m.u.f.fle the sound of the low knocking with her naked body. Outside Gervase stood hesitating with key in hand. He was flanked by Big Meg and Estel e. Their anx-ious faces reflected their worry about what had gone on behind the locked door for the last three days. Falcon awoke and slipped from the bed. He came up behind Jasmine, lifted her hair to press kisses to the nape of her neck, then enfolded her in strong arms beneath her b.r.e.a.s.t.s. Every vulnerable part of her was open to his hands, while his insistent shaft rose up against her b.u.t.tocks.
"Go away," she cal ed through the door. "We need another day together."
As the three exchanged surprised glances, they heard the unmistakable ring of triumph in de Burgh"s laugh.
Final y winter decided to give way to spring and the mountains of Wales were fil ed with wildflowers and bird-song. The people at Mountain Ash had had to get used to a lord and lady people at Mountain Ash had had to get used to a lord and lady who were very deeply in love, but they were stil a little shocked at their intimate behavior in the hal each night. They acted like newlyweds when in reality Lady Jasmine was almost ready to give birth. Falcon fed her from his own plate.
She wrinkled her nose at the sweet sugarplum he offered her.
"I only fancy sour things these days."
He looked at her with love in his eyes. She bent toward him and whispered, "I love the way you look at me."
"How do I look at you?" he asked.
"As if I were naked!" she said, blushing.
He took her hand and brushed her fingers with his lips. The tenderness and concern he felt for her brought a great lump into his throat, and he prayed silently for the tousandth time that she would come through her child-birth without complications. They had talked it out and he was amazed that she faced it unafraid. She was pre- pared for the suffering; he wished to G.o.d he could say the same.
Whenever he saw the worry mar Estel e"s brow he felt guilty about impregnating his delicate wife, yet at the same time he tried to keep his fear at bay. He masked his anxiety for Jasmine"s sake, knowing she would need al his strength as wel as her own.
Early in the morning on the last day of May he searched everywhere for Jasmine until he became almost frantic. He found her in the laundry shed bending over a tub like a washerwoman, while half a dozen female servants stood about her wringing their hands.
"What the hel do you think you"re doing?" he demanded.
"Have you al gone mad?" he blasted the women.
"Don"t scold, Falcon. I wanted to bring on my labor, and every woman I asked said her"s began while she was doing the wash."
He wasn"t amused, in fact he couldn"t remember a time when he"d been angrier. "It"s too soon," he said with a worried frown.
"You"re not supposed to have the baby for two or three weeks yet."
"Falcon, I do believe it worked ... I think it"s begun," she said faintly, experiencing a tearing pain in her back.
He swept her up in his arms and carried her to their chamber, cal ing impatiently for Big Meg and Estel e. "For Christ"s sake, Meg, you shouldn"t have taken your eyes off her, you know she can"t be trusted! Hurry and pul back these covers."
"If her labor"s just started, it won"t be born until next month,"
said Meg, laughing.
"What the hel are you talking about, woman?" Falcon asked blankly.
Jasmine put out her hand to calm him. "It"s an attempt at humor, darling. This is the last day of May ... it won"t be born until June."
"It"s a d.a.m.ned sil y time for humor," he said irritably. "Estel e, thank G.o.d. I found her doing the wash!" They exchanged worried glances and he walked toward the window and beckoned her.
"Have you got that stuff for pain you told me about?"
"Yes, yes, I have colewort and poppy for if it gets very bad.
Falcon, it"s not going to happen in five minutes, you know.
We"re in for a long day and night of it. The best thing you can do is go and have a stiff drink with your men; this is women"s work."
"To hel with that rubbish." He appealed to Jasmine. "You do want me to stay with you, darling, don"t you?"
"Of course I do. Help me to undress, then you can rub my back."