Draco A Medieval Scottish Roma - Jayne Castel Page 0,44

drop to the flagstone floor. Although it wasn’t cold in the bed-chamber, her naked skin prickled under his stare.

Eventually, the silence between them grew too much. He’d undressed her, but he hadn’t yet touched her.

Gavina reluctantly opened her eyes.

Draco had stepped back a pace and was stripping off his vest, even as he watched her.

The heat of his gaze made her breathing hitch. The chill across her skin ebbed, and warmth bathed her. The man was, indeed, a warlock.

Draco shrugged off his vest, revealing a lean, muscular torso. A faded tattoo had been inked above his right nipple: the sign of the Eagle. Knowing who this man was, Gavina realized it was likely a mark from his old life—from when he’d been a soldier of Rome.

And then, as Gavina’s gaze slid down to his leggings, her breathing hitched.

The hard length of his erection strained against the tight leather.

Gavina’s knees weakened, and she slowly exhaled. She was truly out of her depth now.

Draco unlaced his leggings and pushed them down, and his shaft sprang free.

A small gasp escaped Gavina. Holy Saint Margaret preserve me … what am I supposed to do with that?

Draco’s beautiful mouth curved, his dark eyes gleaming. He advanced upon her then, and without realizing what she was doing, Gavina took a few steps backward.

She really wasn’t ready for this.

But Draco followed her, and when Gavina’s back hit cold stone, she realized there was nowhere to go.

He stopped close to her, yet still not touching. The heat of his body was like a furnace, contrasting against the ice-cold wall she leaned against.

His mouth softened then, before he raised his hand, tracing her jaw with his fingertips. “I said I wasn’t a good man,” he murmured. “But … I promise I won’t hurt or humiliate you.”

Gavina’s heart thudded against her ribs at these words. He was lying; the few times David had bedded her, she’d burned with shame afterward. How could this man be any better?

And yet, the touch of his fingers as they traced a lazy path down her jaw and neck to her collarbone sent a shiver of need through her.

A need for what, exactly?

He cupped a breast then, running the pad of his thumb over her nipple. Gavina’s breathing caught once more, and she glanced down to see the bud had hardened at his touch.

“See,” he murmured. “Your body trusts me.”

It was betraying her, but she couldn’t stop it. And when he lowered himself before her, his mouth fastening upon her traitorous nipple, a soft whimper escaped her.

His mouth was so hot.

He suckled gently at first, allowing her to lean into him, before increasing the pressure.

Gavina started to tremble. Draco really did have a druid’s touch. A dull ache had started between her thighs. She couldn’t believe it; she actually wanted this.

After bestowing the same treatment upon both breasts, he rose to his feet and leaned in, placing his hands either side of Gavina’s shoulders, boxing her in against the wall.

His mouth slanted once more over hers. This kiss was different to the earlier one—hungrier and more demanding.

And Gavina found herself responding to it. Without even realizing what she was doing, her tongue slid against his and her teeth grazed his lower lip.

In response, Draco made a soft growl in the back of his throat. A strange thrill went through Gavina. Had she the power to elicit such a response from a man?

Boom.

A deep shudder went through the wall, rattling the jug and bowl by the bed. The impact made Gavina cling to Draco. One of Longshanks’s trebuchets had found its mark upon the keep’s walls this time.

Ignoring it, Draco kissed Gavina again, with an urgency that made hunger coil up within her.

The devil take her—she wanted this. She wanted him.

He slid his leg between her legs, gently parting them. And then his hand stroked a lazy path down her belly.

Gavina’s breathing quickened, excitement heating her blood.

When he stroked the sensitive flesh between her thighs, she gave a soft cry. The sound was muffled by their joined mouths, but Draco responded to it nonetheless. His kiss grew sensual, his tongue sliding into her mouth as he slid a finger deep inside her.

Gavina arched back against him, her legs parting wantonly.

He stroked his finger in and out, drawing back from the kiss to gaze into her eyes as he did so. Gavina stared back at him, her breathing coming in needy gasps now.

And then, gazes locked, he withdrew his hand, lifted her against the wall, and entered